As soon as the words left his lips, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,For Cheng Ruijin, family background was a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with a blank expression, his face cold and hard, only the depths of his eyes rippling with emotion.。