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Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,With a sharp crack, the scar-faced man tilted his head and instantly lost breath.,Li Qianzi scoffed coldly, then pulled out a pristine white handkerchief from her sleeve. She bit her finger and wrote the words "divorce papers" on it before throwing them at him without a shred of politeness.。