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Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,The young woman before me had a full head of jewels and vibrant rouge, possessing a perfect oval face that was fair. Her willow-like eyebrows and star-like eyes were beautiful, but her face was marred by black spots and pimples of varying sizes, making her appear as ugly as a ghost at first glance.,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.。