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Late at night, thunder roared and lightning flashed in the sky, torrential rain poured down.,While the head of the Li family was in seclusion, his relatives unceremoniously disposed of her like trash and sent her to the Rui Wang Fu.,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.。