Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

As soon as the words left her mouth, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispered, "You said first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Shen's third master. His elders were discussing taking advantage of filial piety to get you married while he was in his study with me, rolling around like thunder and lightning."。