Zhang Xiaoman

Until that snowy night, when someone brought back the body of their already frozen father, they couldn't stop crying.,Then, the voice on the other end of the phone didn't give Luochin any more chances and directly hung up.,Moreover, at first glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being extremely careful and cherishing it as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。