Meng Qiong rolled up her sleeves and, without a word, picked up the two people's wedding photo frame from the ground.,I didn't want to say anything more to him, just about to turn and leave, when the man's hand clamped down on the back of my head, pushing me onto the sofa.,Shen Fengxi stopped and turned to face the calm gaze. His tone was flat, revealing neither joy nor anger: "What do you mean"。