brief introduction:

Su Qingyu's face was ashen, haggard and she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where she lived before she got married, I was locked inside.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard. Only in his deep eyes did ripples appear.。

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