Chang Xiaoman Luo Ch

Until that snowy night, when someone carried the body of their now frozen father back home, they wept uncontrollably.,"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.。