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 she lived before she got married, she was locked inside.,For Cheng Ruijin, family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance were not in vain.,Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhao in disbelief, her voice trembling as she said.。