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.,At this moment, the old man excitedly opens an ancient box. He takes out a painting from inside and unfolds it, admiring it.,However, Luo Chen glanced at it and then disdainfully withdrew his gaze.。