A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His face, chiseled like a knife, looked pale, but it couldn't hide the gleam of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,But this time around, Luo Chen couldn't help but sneer. We can play this slowly.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew at a glance that it was a fake. This old man was actually being very careful and doting on it, as if he had gotten a genuine masterpiece.。