Su Qingyu's face was as pale as paper, her features haggard and drawn. She pounded relentlessly on the locked door.,Three days ago, my grandmother fell ill. I went back home to visit her. As soon as I stepped into the room where I used to live before getting married, I was locked inside.,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.。