Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, and a clear look of pride was on her face. She had been waiting for this day, for far too long, so long that she almost lost her patience.,Su Qingyu looked at Shen Zhao in disbelief, her voice trembling as she said.。