Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In winter of the 20th year of Xuande, Su's family residence.,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.,Cheng Rujin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Sister, he's not incapable, it's just that he's incapable when facing you."。