Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,For Cheng Ruijin, family background was a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhao in disbelief, her voice trembling as she spoke.。