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.,The phone connected, and a voice laced with impatience and iciness filled the air.,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.。