Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

The winter of the twentieth year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,The crisp sound of a lock clicking came from outside, the door creaked open, but the person who entered was unexpected to Su Qingyu.,Cheng Ruijin, upon hearing this, not only did not become angry, but burst into laughter a few times. Then, gritting his teeth, he said, “I naturally have my own way, but in a while, it will be hard work for sister, don't scream too loudly.”。