Cheng Ruijin's voice was soft, but her face wore a distinctly proud expression. She had been waiting for this day for far too long; so long that she was almost losing patience.,No sooner had the words left his lips than Shen Zhao walked in from outside, accompanied by a middle-aged man.,Shen Zhao looked at Su Qingyu with an impassive expression, his face cold and hard. Only the depths of his eyes rippled with emotion.。