"So, what's the plan brother?" Luo Mian asked as soon as he re-entered the latter's office.
"Will you knock the door next time before you enter? Where are your manners?" Luo Tian reprimanded his younger brother.
"Bro, don't teach me those sh*t. We know we ain't prim and proper sons of aristocrats. Oh, I forgot! Sorry. That description was on me because I was still young when our parents died. You're the well disciplined one."
"Are you a woman? Stop ranting like one, will you?" Luo Tian had enough of his younger brother's continuous talking.
"Sorry."
"Don't forget that you're in my office. My place my rule." He reminded him.
Luo Tian walked towards the couch and Luo Mian followed him there.
A bottle of The Balvenie-- 50 year old Scotch whisky was already placed on top of the coffee table with two clean glasses for them to use.
Luo Mian watched as his brother carefully poured himself a drink.
