Until that snowy night, someone brought back the father's already cold body, and he wept uncontrollably.,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.,"Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand, besides, someone like you, a bumpkin from the countryside, probably hasn't even seen a genuine antique worth millions in your entire life." The girl said this with her chin held high, her face filled with disdain. She was of noble birth and usually dealt with aristocrats, so naturally she looked down on ordinary people like Luo Chen.。