"Shentu Chu, how are you doing?" A magnetic low male voice said.
"Ahhh! God, second brother! What are you doing here? You scared the hell out of me!" Shentu Chu clutched his chest dramatically.
Seated on his desk was no one other than Shentu Jing. Shentu Jing had made himself comfortable on the desk, one leg crossed over the other. He was wearing a dark long overcoat, the silver mask dangling between his slender fingers.
The table had paperwork and documents neatly stacked on one side. It looked like an office. The brown wooden floor creaked slightly as Shentu Chu approached him.
"What do you think? Elder brother, your new house looks beautiful," Shentu Jing replied and smiled, a dark and dangerous smile.
Shentu Chu recovery from his shock and smiled back. He walked around the table to the leather chair to make himself comfortable. Shentu Jing turned around to face him.
"The files, you're looking for them, right?" Shentu Chu leaned closer over the table towards Shentu Jing.
