Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

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.,As soon as the words left her lips, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.。