Rebirth of the Urban

A young man sat in the car, his expression lost in thought. His cheeks, as sharp as a knife, looked pale, but they couldn't hide a hint of ambition in his eyes, revealing an extraordinary spirit.,The phone rang, and a voice on the other end answered with a hint of impatience and coldness.,At this moment, the old man eagerly opened an antique box and took out a painting screen from it. He was admiring it.。