Zhang Xiaoman

A young man sat listlessly in the car. His cheekbones, sharp as a knife, looked somewhat pale, but they couldn't hide the glint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,"What kind of eyesight do you have Do you understand" Suddenly, a young girl next to the old man spoke up, questioning him. Because of her status, she had been pampered by others since she was a child, so she developed a proud personality. Seeing Luo Chen's disdainful gaze, she immediately became angry.,“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.。