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Meng Qiong shook her phone and put it back in her pocket.,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.,Shen Fengxi stopped and turned to face the calm gaze. His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger: "What do you mean"。