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 she lived before she got married, she was locked inside.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, arrogantly leaned towards Su Qingyu, and whispered, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of the third master Shen. His elders were discussing how to get you two married during the period of filial piety while he was in his study making love with me."。