The phone was answered with a voice that held a hint of impatience and coldness.,Luochen's lips curled into a sneer. In his past life, he had loved this woman like a madman, but after going to Tongzhou, he was looked down upon by the other party's parents, facing constant sarcasm and humiliation.,Besides, at a glance, Luo Chen could tell that the painting before him was a fake. This old man was actually being careful and affectionate towards it, as if he had obtained an authentic masterpiece.。