Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang, Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID. His brows furrowed involuntarily, looking at the name on the screen, a spark of hatred ignited in his heart that had previously been beyond worldly affairs.,"What kind of eyes do you have Do you understand" Suddenly, a young girl beside the old man spoke up, questioning him. Because of her status, she had been spoiled since childhood and developed an arrogant personality. Seeing Lo Chen's disdainful gaze, she immediately became angry.,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.。