Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat on the locked door with all her might.,"I'm afraid you're dwelling too much on worries, even thinking about adopting a child. It wouldn't matter if we couldn't consummate our marriage.",Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an emotionless face, his expression cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes rippled with a hint of turbulence.。