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 I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,As soon as the words were spoken, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.。