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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.,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,"Hmph, you shameless jerk. You don't want to marry me, and I don't want to marry you either."。