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.,For the past half month, since returning from a business trip to Sydney, he had sent him his flight and arrival time. Now, it has been a full ten hours delayed from the original landing time.。