Shen Zhixiu Su Qingy

The winter of the twentieth year of Xuande, inside the Su family residence.,Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she pounded on the locked door with all her might.,Su Qingyu looked coldly at Cheng Ruijin, "Husband Who are you calling husband Do you even have any shame Dwelling on him is useless, you'll never be able to marry into the Shen family."。