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.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes flickered with waves.。