Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

The crisp sound of the lock being picked echoed from outside. The door creaked open slowly, but the person who entered surprised 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.,By the end, Su Qingyu had practically screamed herself hoarse.。