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But at this moment, Chen Lengxi's cell phone suddenly rang. Her expression changed when she saw the phone number on the phone, but she still answered the call and pressed the answer button with her slender white fingers.

"Hey! Don't worry, I will definitely pay it back. Please give me some time, please. I beg you."

Chen Lengxi held the phone to her ear, spoke into the phone and then hung up. She seemed about to cry.

"What's going on?"

After the little aunt put down the phone, Chen Feng frowned when he saw her aunt's crystal tears.He clearly felt that his aunt was in trouble, and it was a big trouble, otherwise the little aunt would not cry.

Chen Feng remembered that his little aunt had always been strong. He remembered that one time when he was a child, his finger was stung by a bee; another time when his little aunt went to pick peaches from a tree, she accidentally fell off and broke her leg. She was in terrible pain, but even then she did not shed a single tear.

But now, my aunt is crying.

"It's like this. In order to treat me, Leng tide borrowed a lot of money from the bank without telling me and used his house as a mortgage some time ago. What a stupid boy."

Chen Canghai sighed.

"How much did you borrow?"

Chen Feng asked.

"I borrowed more than 400,000 yuan."

Facing her nephew's inquiry, Chen Lengxi was a little embarrassed. After all, she had nothing to do at the time. She couldn't just watch her father die and had to use her house as mortgage to get a bank loan. However, she didn't expect that the money was spent on her father's cancer, and she still relied on her nephew to save her father.

If she had known this, she would not have borrowed money, because if she had no money to repay, the house might be taken away by the bank. The bank manager just called her for payment.

"Don't worry, little aunt, I will repay this."

After learning about the situation, Chen Feng didn't take it seriously, and a smile appeared on his lips, as if this was not a big deal, but a trivial matter.

"What? How do you pay it back?"

"Yes, Xiaofeng, where did you get the money?"

Chen Canghai and his youngest daughter both looked at Chen Feng. Their eyes were clearly full of doubts. After all, Chen Feng was only 25 years old. What kind of money could he have? How could he make money?

"Don't worry, just leave the money to me."

Chen Feng didn't bother to explain the matter of cultivating immortals to his family. He knew that they wouldn't believe it even if he explained it. This was too mysterious.

Of course, one thing is certain, that is, if he wants to help his aunt pay back the money for his family, he will never let his family have no house to live in. This house must not be taken away.

In addition, he also plans to buy a larger villa, and let his grandfather and aunt follow him to eat well and live a happy life. After all, he only has these two relatives.

Chen Feng has thousands of ways to make money. You must know that he is now a monk in the late stage of foundation establishment. He can draw talismans, refine elixirs, spells, and set up formations. He has many abilities. Isn't it easy to make some money? Isn't it a piece of cake? To him, money is just a series of numbers.

"Xiao Feng, what are you thinking about? We just asked you how to make money?"

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