Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,No sooner had the words left his lips than Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。