As soon as the words were spoken, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,Even though she had her suspicions, Su Qingyu still felt a wave of dizziness.,Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin, approaching Su Qingyu coquettishly and whispering, "You're talking about the first time Let me think, it was at the funeral of Master Shen’s third grandson. His elders were discussing forcing you two into marriage under the guise of filial piety, but he was in his study with me, making love."。