Meng Qiong shut the door, and the child, hearing the sound, turned his head. He was stunned for a moment before hurriedly withdrawing his hand.,Shen Fengxi didn't notice anything unusual and responded after a long while, his voice low.,Shen Fengxi's breath was still tinged with the lingering taste of alcohol, his thin earlobes almost touching: "What's with that tone Jealous"。