As soon as the words left her lips, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,For Cheng Ruijin, family background was a thorn piercing her heart. Luckily, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, her face cold and hard. Only in her deep eyes did a ripple appear.。