Su Jingyu disdainfully swept Su Luo a glance, then he pulled Su Qing away and left immediately.
Now, even though Su Qing’s face was still as cold as frost as before, however, her eyebrows and eyes were hanging low, giving off a nervous, bewildered and bashful appearance. No matter how you look, she resembled a young lady yearning for love. Where would she still have a little bit of the manner of an ice beauty.