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.,And Cheng Rujin still had a two-year-old child by her side. She had never seen this child before, and Cheng Rujin was also unmarried.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an emotionless face, his expression cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes rippled with a hint of turbulence.。