Su Qingyu's face was ashen, haggard and she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where she lived before she got married, I was locked inside.,Ching Rujin walked step by step to Su Qingyu's front, her voice gloomy: "Sister, he's not incapable, it's that he can't face you."。