Su Qingyu and Shen Z

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.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。