Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat on the locked door with all her might.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn piercing her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,"Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years"。