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... tened a little.

  Where did he get the money?

borrowed?

   "Aunt Zhao, it's almost Chinese New Year. Buy some good things for the family and have a lively time. When my sisters arrive, you can also go home to celebrate the New Year!"

  Luo Feng smiled faintly.

   Didn't say anything.

   Borrow 2,000 yuan from others, and repay 8,000 yuan.

   This seems a bit silly though.

   But Aunt Zhao is nice.

   Not easy either.

   I ha ...

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