The child, seeing Shen Zhao, ran over and cried out, "Daddy hug, daddy hug me.",Cheng Ruijin slightly raised her chin and, with a hint of pride and mischief, leaned close to Su Qingyu, whispering in a low voice: "You mean the first time Let me think... it was at the funeral of Third Master Shen. While his elders were scheming about getting us married under the guise of filial piety, he was with me in his study, making love.",Shen Zhao stared at Su Qingyu with a blank expression. His face was cold and hard, but his deep eyes rippled with emotion.。