Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I used to live before getting married, I was locked inside.,Cheng Ruijin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's side, his voice gloomy: "Sister, he's not unable to, he's just incapable when facing you."。