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.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and she had a clear look of pride on her face. She had waited for this day for far too long; it felt like she was losing patience.。