Shen Fengxi seemed to have lost his energy after drinking, with half-closed eyelids and arms crossed, leaning against the sofa. He let out a slow, sluggish white mist from his mouth for a while, not sure what state he was in, but he just hung on, his mood was low.,Meng Qiong single-handedly carried the two garbage bags, pushed open the door and walked out.,The man behind her fell silent for a long while, then spoke in a low voice: "What if I said I wouldn't leave"。