Chen Feng looked at Ye Fuchen, who was visibly devastated, and couldn't help but feel a bit of compassion for him.
This old man, as loathsome as he was, looked rather pitiable now that he had suddenly lost everything.
What was even more pitiable was that his wife, Huang Lizhen, had betrayed him, adorning his head with more than one green hat.
"Dad, don't worry, we can certainly rise again," Ye Qingqing stepped forward to console him.
"How are we supposed to rise again?" Ye Fuchen shook his head.
"There's always a chance. As long as you believe in me and Chen Feng, we will definitely force the likes of the Long Family to regurgitate everything they have swallowed from us, principal and interest included," retorted Ye Qingqing seriously.
"Let's leave it to fate," Ye Fuchen's voice suddenly calmed down.
Chen Feng glanced at Ye Fuchen. This man, worthy of his status in the God Realm, had given up a fortune, but quickly regained his composure.
