Not until that snowy night, when someone brought back the father's already icy corpse, did he weep uncontrollably.,"What kind of eyes do you have Do you understand" A young girl beside the old man suddenly spoke, questioning him. Because of her status, she had been pampered by others since she was a child, which cultivated her arrogant personality. Seeing the disdain in Luo Chen's eyes, she immediately became angry.,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.。