Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,"Have I really been reborn Or is it just an illusion",Moreover, at first glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being extremely careful and cherishing it as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。