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As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,I was thinking of letting that scar-faced man kill them one by one, but I didn't expect this waste to have killed the scar-faced man first.,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.。