"Don't cry, what's there to cry about? Once you make something of yourself, just repay me, no need to be so touched."
Chen Feng said with a smile.
"Brother Feng, stop teasing me. I know you're helping us, my brother and me, out of pity, hoping that we can make something of ourselves. Don't worry, my brother and I will definitely not let you down."
Long Xiaoyu bowed deeply.
She was young, only eighteen, but the early death of her parents had made her very sensible.
"Let's go, to look at the house."
Chen Feng grabbed Long Xiaoyu's hand.
Long Xiaoyu blushed at Chen Feng's touch, and although she felt shy, she suppressed it, cherishing the feeling of his hand and the sense of security it gave her.
After searching for quite a while, Chen Feng took a liking to a small two-story building in the middle of Ten Thousand Streets, which the owner priced at eight hundred thousand.
"Brother Feng, this is too expensive, let's look at another one."
Long Xiaoyu whispered.
