Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

A young man sat in the car, lost in thought. His face, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but beneath it was a hint of ambition that shone through with extraordinary spirit.,But that was the beginning of his lifelong tragedy.,And with just one glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man was being so careful and affectionate, treating it like he'd obtained an authentic masterpiece.。