Su Qingyu's face was ashen, haggard and she beat relentlessly on the locked door.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and she had a clear look of pride on her face. She had waited for this day for far too long; it felt like she was losing patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。
