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There was a commotion, and outside the courtyard of the Qin Family's residence, there were people everywhere, three layers inside and three layers outside.
Despite many days having passed since the Lantern Festival, instead of busily composting at home, everyone had run outside to loiter. They were chatting and laughing with such glee!
When Su Lao Si and others arrived, the courtyard was already too crowded for more people. By the time they finally squeezed to the front of the crowd, they saw that quite a few people were already standing inside the yard too, and at the center of it all was Old Qin, his hand brandishing a kitchen knife at Qín Wan'er's throat.
Old Qin's expression was extraordinarily agitated, his head continually turning as he said something to the people beside him. The kitchen knife in his hand shook dangerously, and several bloody marks had already been left on Wan'er's neck.