Plan to torture you
"What are you doing here?" Zichen asks with utmost dissatisfaction. He looks at his brother with his eyebrows knit together.
Donghai smirks and sits on one of the chairs without asking Zichen's permission. "Why? Can't I even come here? Do you think this company is all yours?" he mocks, crossing his legs and looking at his younger brother with challenging eyes.
Zichen curls his finger into a fist but he tries to not show his anger. "That's not what I meant. Your coming here is unusual."
Donghai sneers, giving him a taunting look. "Father told me to ask you to offer me a position."
Perplexed, Zichen asks, "What?"
"As if you didn't hear" he retorts, rolling his eyes. "Now just give me a position."
Zichen jaw flexes and he is having a hard time registering what his elder actually said. He pinches the bridge of his nose in frustration. "Do you come here to joke?"