Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was ashen and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinct look of pride. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost losing patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling with emotion.。