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The scarred man was kicked hard off the bed, let out a cry of pain, and then stared at Li Qianzi in astonishment.,Nangong Yu's long and cold eyes narrowed slightly, and he couldn't help but re-examine the person in front of him.,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.。