Su Qingyu Shen Zhixi

In the winter of the twenty years of Xuande, inside the Su family's residence.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and a clear look of pride was on her face. She had been waiting for this day, for far too long, so long that she almost lost her patience.,As soon as the child saw Shen Zhao, he rushed over and said, "Daddy hug, daddy hug me."。