Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat on the locked door with all her might.,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.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Cousin, he's not unable to, it's that he can't face you."。