"Why do you say that?" Yang Ruxin raised her brows slightly. "Maybe they're your enemies. Don't forget, you used to be the head of the Duo Family after all."
"You said it yourself—used to be. Now I'm just an old man. Who would bother coming to kill me? If they want to covet the Duo Family, they should go after my younger brother or Huihui instead." Duo Tianlin shook his head. "So this has to be your enemy."
The corner of Yang Ruxin's mouth twitched.
"Besides, apart from the Duo Family sending people over every month with some grain, all these years, really no one else has come."
"Fine, let's say your analysis makes sense." Yang Ruxin walked over, yanked off the black‑clad man's shoe, and glanced at his toes. "They really were coming for me."
"A man from Wa Country?"
Yang Ruxin nodded.
