Until that snowy night, someone brought back the father's already cold body, and he wept uncontrollably.,For the next twenty years, he lived like a dog, being laughed at and mocked, even begging for a living.,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.。