Ruan Qing looked up in the direction where the footsteps had stopped, his beautiful eyes slightly misty, and a trace of doubt appeared on his delicate face. “Is it my husband?”The gentle voice of ‘Yang Tianhao,’ his husband, sounded not far from his left side. “Yes, I’ve finished dealing with my matters.”Ruan Qing’s eyes narrowed imperceptibly for a moment. Were there two people coming in?Ruan Qing hadn’t realized there were two people; instead, he had caught a faint whiff of blood.From two directions.