Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I used to live before getting married, I was locked inside.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。