As soon as the words left his mouth, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, coquettishly leaned closer to Su Qingyu, and whispered, "You said first time I'll think about it, it was at the funeral of the third master Shen. His elders were studying how to take advantage of filial piety to marry you off, but he was in his study with me, tossing and turning.",By the end, Su Qingyu had practically screamed herself hoarse.。