Su Qingyu's face was pale and haggard, she beat hard on the locked door.,Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face held a distinct air of triumph. She had waited for this day for far too long, so long that she was almost losing patience.,For Cheng Ruijin, her family background was like a thorn embedded in her heart. Fortunately, three years of forbearance had not been in vain.。