Zhang Xiaoman

"Ring ring ring..." The phone rang. Luo Chen took it out and glanced at the caller ID, his brows furrowed involuntarily. Looking at that person, the aloofness he had cultivated vanished, replaced by a spark of hatred.,He became a cripple who couldn't even live independently. His father spent all their savings trying to cure him, selling everything they owned, including their car and house, and eventually ended up scavenging for garbage just to survive.,At this moment, the old man opened an antique box with eager anticipation. He took out a painting scroll from inside and unfurled it, admiring it.。