Capítulo 371: Anaemic

On the other side of the mansion, Situ Xun was holding a flute glass in his hand as he sipped on the blood wine leisurely while looking out of the grand windows which overlooked the rose garden from his office. 

Behind him Situ Ziyu was still holding two shirts in his hands that looked old and discarded without a single wrinkle ironed, like those shirts that one should have long thrown away or maybe use them as a rag to clean the floor as he asked, " Which one looks the best in terms of looking sleazy?" 

" Why do you care just wear whichever you want, with your face do you need anything else to look sleazy?" Situ Mu Yan who was sitting on the couch commented as he looked at his second brother who was holding two wrinkled-up shirts in his hands.