Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I lived before getting married, I was locked inside.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispering, "You mean the first time I was thinking it was at the funeral of Shen's third master. His elders were discussing using filial piety to push for your marriage while he was in his study making love with me.","Shen Zhao, how could you do such a thing Ask yourself, how have I treated you these past few years"。