Su Qingyu's face was ashen, haggard and she beat relentlessly on the locked door.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispered, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at Master Shen's funeral. His elders were discussing how to get you married under the guise of filial piety, but he was in his study, tossing and turning with me.",Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。