Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,A crisp click of the lock echoed from outside, followed by the slow creak of the door opening. But the person who entered was unexpected to Su Qingyu.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。