Shen Fengxi stopped and turned to face the calm gaze. His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger: "What do you mean",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.,He does not covet any of the Shen family's property, nor does he want the title of Mrs. Shen. He no longer desires anything.。