A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked rather pale, but they couldn't conceal the hint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary aura.,But this life, Luo Chen couldn't help but sneer again, we can play slowly.,And with a single glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a forgery. This old man was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。