A KNOCK on the door interrupted Luo Yan's thoughts. Before he could say anything, the door opened and Luo Jin stepped inside.
Luo Yan smiled and gave him a once-over. "Look at you. So sharp and handsome."
Luo Jin wore a blue-gray suit that fit him well, the fabric pulling subtly across his broad shoulders and chest, accentuating his solid, gym-honed frame. The jacket was cleanly cut, and the trousers sat perfectly at his hips. His white shirt was open at the collar, worn without a tie, which gave the whole look a less formal, more natural feel. His hair was combed neatly back from his forehead in an effortlessly refined manner.
His younger brother let out a grunt of complaint. "Do you know how much cream that stylist Aunt Xiulan hired put on my face? I feel so sticky now. And she even tried to put lipstick on me!"
