Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

And Cheng Ruijin was still holding a two-year-old child by the hand. She had never seen this child before, and Cheng Ruijin was unmarried as well.,As soon as the voice fell, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, followed by a middle-aged man.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling.。