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's voice was tinged with impatience: "I didn't hear that.",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.。