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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,The scar-faced man's grin widened, his large hand reaching towards Zi Da Hong's bright red bellyband.,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.。