Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Moments later, the door was flung open with a loud "bang" by Nan Gong Yu's forceful kick. A gust of cold wind swept in, ruffling Li Qian Zi's magnificent crimson wedding robe.。