For the past three days, she hadn't eaten or drunk anything. It was a harsh winter, and her body couldn't take it anymore.,"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.。