As soon as the words left her mouth, Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,"Shen Zhao, didn't you say you... wouldn't have children Where did this child come from",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."。