Zhang Xiaoman

"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang. Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowed involuntarily. Looking at that person, the aloofness he had cultivated vanished, replaced by a spark of hatred.,He arrived in Tongzhou with carefully chosen gifts, but was beaten into a cripple in the end. His hands were shattered and his knees were kicked to pieces, causing him to be depressed for a long time and even considering suicide.,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.。