Three days ago, her grandmother fell ill. She returned home to visit, and as soon as she stepped into the room where she had lived before marriage, she was locked inside.,As soon as his words fell, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an expressionless face, her face cold and hard. Only in the depths of her eyes did a ripple appear.。