Like Master like Disciples
Ignoring the comment, Han Xin continued up the stairs and into his bedroom. He unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it aside when he suddenly remembered he had forgotten to tell the butler to have someone clean the bathroom. He had been trying to immerse himself in his work to forget about what happened with Xiang Yu, and it had slipped his mind. He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
He picked up the shirt he had tossed on the bed, slipping it back on as he prepared to call the butler. He needed someone to come up and clean the bathroom. Sharing his personal space was something he rarely tolerated, not even with his cousin. This was why he had told Xiang Yu to keep the clothes he had given him.