Rebirth of the Urban

A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His cheeks, as sharp as a knife, looked pale, but they couldn't hide a hint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,Not until that snowy night, when someone brought back the father's already icy corpse, did he weep uncontrollably.,And with just one glance at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew it was a fake. This old man, however, was being incredibly careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had received an authentic masterpiece.。