Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside Su's residence.,Su Qingyu coldly looked at Cheng Rujin, "Husband Who are you calling husband Do you even have any shame Thinking about him is useless. You'll never be able to marry into the Shen family.",For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。