While rubbing his sore behind, Ji Syaoran made his way to his brother's place. He was already here in the same building. It didn't feel right for him to just leave like this. Also, he still had matters to discuss with his elder brother.
"Ran Zi? What are you doing here?" Xiao Zhiren was perplexed seeing him so early in the morning. After all, who in the Ji Family didn't know that young master Syaoran loved his sleep just slightly less than his elder brother.
"Why can't I be here? This is your place which makes it mine as well." Ji Syaoran slid himself in like a worm.
"What's wrong with your face? I thought my brother loved his image the most." Xiao Zhiren didn't want to push him about why he was here. Naturally, he knew Ji Syaoran will crack soon enough. That's why he chose the next important topic of him looking like a sleep-deprived lunatic.
