
Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi
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Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I walked into the room where I lived before I got married, I was locked inside.,Even though she had her suspicions, Su Qingyu still felt dizzy for a moment.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。