Wen Meimei felt a small spark of hope igniting in her heart and hurriedly asked, "Who drew that blueprint?"
Old Master Qiao glanced at her meaningfully and didn't reply immediately.
Wen Meimei's heart trembled violently, "Grandpa, hurry and tell me."
Old Master Qiao leisurely uttered two words, "Luoshen."
"What..."
Wen Meimei felt like she had been struck by a sledgehammer. Hope disappeared too quickly, catching her off guard.
Long-winded Grandpa had already died. How could a dead man draw again?
Old Master Qiao suddenly curved his lips and raised his hand to pat the young girl on the shoulder, "Meimei, don't be disappointed so fast. What I mean is that the blueprint might be hidden within the mystery of "Off Topic."
"The mystery of "Off Topic"..."
Wen Meimei was momentarily stunned. Although she knew how to crack the mystery of "Off Topic," what the true mystery was, she didn't really know.
Memories fell into the past—
