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.,Even if I die, you will never be able to marry into this family.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an impassive face, her expression cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。