lt;lt;Waste Material

Just then, Li Qianzi's closed eyes suddenly flew open. Her eyes were bright as snow and sharp as lightning.,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.。