Luochen

"Rrrring…!" The phone rang. Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowed. Looking at that number, the serene state of mind he had cultivated was now replaced with a flicker of hatred.,Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his already frozen father's body, he wept uncontrollably.,At this moment, the old man excitedly opened an ancient box. He took out a painting from inside and unfolded it, admiring it.。