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.,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.,But with Luochin's personality, how could he possibly have the same understanding as this little girl。