Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back 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 a clear expression of pride graced her face. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she had almost lost patience.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an emotionless face, his expression cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes rippled with a hint of turbulence.。