Until that snowy night, when someone brought back the body of their already frozen father, they couldn't stop crying.,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.,“Don't spout nonsense if you don't understand. Besides, someone like you, a bumpkin from the sticks, probably hasn't even seen a real antique worth millions in your entire life.” The girl spoke with her chin held high, her face full of disdain. She was from a noble family and usually mingled with elites, so she naturally looked down upon ordinary people like Luo Chen.。