As the man with the scar increased his grip, Li Qianzi's breathing grew more labored and her consciousness began to fade...,Li Qianzi grabbed the scar-faced man's arm with one hand, and held his neck with the other, then twisted hard.,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.。