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Hearing Qiu Tu's words, Secretary Bai turned back with a smile, yet he didn't respond.
With his hands clasped behind his back, he stood by the floor-to-ceiling window with an air of gentle refinement, gazing out at the landscape and said softly, "It's started to rain."
Upon hearing this, Qiu Tu couldn't help but cast his gaze outside. Indeed, at some point, a fine rain had begun to fall.
The rain, like threads, bridged heaven and earth, a tenuous connection between the celestial and the terrestrial, linking spirit and reality.
Qiu Tu watched the veil of rain somewhat absentmindedly for a while before he snapped back to reality and inquired, "But... even if one is promoted to a Pseudo Fourth Order, what good does that do for Yan Chen?"
Hearing Qiu Tu's question, Secretary Bai slightly furrowed his brows. Then he reminded, "It's Director Yan..."
At this, Qiu Tu laughed, "Right. So, what good does that do for Director Yan?"