That seemed to be the smell of blood.
This made Leh Ying uneasy. She turned to go to the study next door, standing at the doorway, wanting to knock but afraid of disturbing.
The calls she normally took care to avoid were always about serious matters.
She lowered the hand she had lifted to knock and turned to go downstairs to find Schreyer.
"Does Mr. have a wound on his body? I smelled it," she said.
Schreyer quickly reacted, shaking his head, "Don't worry unnecessarily, he's fine."
She muttered, "Is my nose malfunctioning, strange..."
At the same moment.
Xu Jingxi left the study to find ice cubes. Just as he pulled the door closed, he heard the conversation between two people downstairs.
The young girl's voice carried worry, and she asked in a sneaky manner.
The man smiled with a twist of his lips.
What was she worrying about unnecessarily.
It wouldn't be his turn to die, he thought as he took the ice cubes from the maid and doubled back to the study.
