Luochen

"Rrrring…!" The phone rang. Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowed. Looking at that number, the serene state of mind he had cultivated was now replaced with a flicker of hatred.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his already frozen father's body, he wept uncontrollably.,And just by looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。