Su Qingyu and Shen Z

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat hard 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 I got 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.。