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.,He became a cripple who couldn't even take care of himself. His father spent all their savings trying to cure him, selling everything they had, including their car and house. In the end, he was reduced to scavenging for scraps to survive.,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.。