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.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and a clear expression of pride graced her face. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she had almost lost patience.,Can Shen Zhao actually had a child with Cheng Ruijin, Su Qingyu's heart felt like it was being ripped apart by a sharp blade, pain so intense that her whole body trembled.。