Urban Immortal Lord

Until that snowy night, when someone brought back his father's frozen body, he wept uncontrollably.,The phone connected, and a voice filled with impatience and coldness rang out.,And looking at the painting before him, Luo Chen knew with just one glance that it was a fake. The old man was actually treating it with such care and affection, as if he had gotten hold of an authentic masterpiece.。