Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

The winter of the twentieth year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Cheng Rujin's voice was soft, but her face held a clear expression of triumph. She had been waiting for this day for far too long, so long that she was nearly out of patience.,As soon as the child saw Shen Zhao, he rushed over and cried, "Daddy hug, daddy hug me."。