Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,"Shen Zhao, didn't you say that you... weren't going to have children Where did this child come from",Shen Zhao actually had a child with Cheng Rujin. Su Qingyu's heart felt as if it were pierced by a sharp blade, paining her whole body with trembling.。