lt;lt;Waste Material

Li Qianzi cried out in despair, resisting fiercely. The man with the scar roared in anger, his hand gripping her neck tightly, suffocating her.,Suddenly, there was a surge of wanting to smash into a wall.,Li Qianzi turned her head back. Under the silver-white lightning, Nan Gongyu at the door wore a magnificent red wedding robe, his figure elegant and unrestrained. He was extraordinary, but at this moment, his face was as cold as ice. A pair of narrow and long eyes stirred up a storm, as if they wanted to devour Li Qianzi in front of him mercilessly.。