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.,For Cheng Ruijin, family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance were not in vain.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。