Su Qingyu and Shen Z

Su Qingyu's face was ashen, haggard and she beat relentlessly on the locked door.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went 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, her family background was like a thorn stuck in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance were not in vain.。