Meng Qiong shook her phone and put it back in her pocket.,After a long while, Shen Fengxi estimated that he was sobering up. His voice had regained some clarity. He looked around the house and asked in a low voice, "Where is everyone",Meng Qiong's footsteps didn't stop. The cold wind blew her hair, making it stand on end. She looked up at the northern city. It was a snowy day in December. Her hands were frozen stiff, and her vision was a little blurry.。