The Rebirth of the U

A young man sat in the car, his expression dazed. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked pale, but there was still a glimmer of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,But that was the beginning of his lifelong tragedy.,And at this very moment, with just one glance, Luo Chen knew that the painting before him was a fake. This old man, however, was treating it with such care and affection, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。