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 rolled up her sleeves and, without a word, picked up the two people's wedding photo frame from the ground.,The glass shattered, and there were shards of glass everywhere.。