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Half an hour later.
The Yan Family's elder's villa.
Qin Yu almost ran in and headed upstairs to Yan Mingyu's room.
She was wearing a set of silk pajamas, her small hand covering her neck, her beautiful face a bit pale and uneasy.
"Wife, what's wrong!"
Seeing that Yan Mingyu could still sit up properly, Qin Yu also breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly supported her shoulder and moved her small hand away, "What happened to your neck, let me see!"
"It's been scratched, but I didn't feel a thing, I have no idea what happened. And the knife is right on the bedside!"
Yan Mingyu's voice trembled as she spoke.
She was not a melodramatic woman, on the contrary, she'd been through rough storms and had a mature, calm mentality.
But anyone who woke up to find a knife beside their pillow and had nearly had their throat cut would probably not be able to stay calm.
"Wife, it's okay, it's okay...."