Hearing Qiu Tu's words, the smile on the face of the man in white became exceptionally radiant.
He casually gestured with his hand, and then asked, "What? Aren't you going to invite me to sit down?"
Upon hearing this, Qiu Tu glanced at him and said, "Do you really think you're a guest? Sit if you want to."
A teasing remark brought the two closer, and the smile on the face of the man in white became even brighter. He indeed did not need Qiu Tu to move. Instead, he waved his hand, and the next second, a chair appeared behind him.
He gently leaned back and sat on the chair.
The action was both light and free.
After sitting down, he also took the initiative to speak, "When did you discover my identity?"
Hearing the words of the man in white, Qiu Tu finally stopped his pen.
His eyes revealed contemplation, as if recalling.
After a moment, he said, "Although I had my doubts before, if I were to really pinpoint it, it should have been just a couple of days ago."
