Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,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 I got married, I was locked inside.,Cheng Rujin's voice was soft, but her face held a clear expression of triumph. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she was nearly out of patience.。