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With these thoughts in mind, Qiu Tu continued to sip his tea while covertly glancing at Secretary Bai.
At that moment, Secretary Bai appeared as though he hadn't been the one to speak those words; he simply kept his head down, quietly savoring his tea, looking very serene.
Qiu Tu recalled every image he had of Secretary Bai in his memory and realized that the man always had that same expression.
There was a faint smile on his face, neither aggressive nor distant, but reflecting a sense of inner peace.
It was as if, to him, everything in this world was like fleeting clouds, unworthy of his care or attention.
Honestly, it was precisely because of this impression of Secretary Bai in his mind that Qiu Tu found it hard to believe, after discovering that Secretary Bai was very likely a cultist of the Evil God.
After all... how could a person without desires be tempted by the Evil God and become a believer?
What could the Evil God possibly offer to entice him?
