Is it really not going to work?
She scratched her head, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
Zhou Li also joined in, and seeing Su An's frantic expression, he couldn't help but laugh and say sarcastically, "Goddess, is it that you've been stripped of your magic power after descending to the mortal realm for half your time?"
"This won't work either!"
Su An felt even worse. She glared at him sullenly, wanting to retort but lacking the confidence to do so.
"Your sarcastic remark really hit me hard!"
Fu Zhun rubbed his temples, his cold gaze drifting to Zhou Li: "I wouldn't mind having a mute companion."
Zhou Li: "..."
oops.
Fu Zhun ignored him and looked at Su An thoughtfully.
"Don't be discouraged. There is someone who might be able to help you."
Upon hearing this, Su An's eyes lit up: "Who?"
Is there really such great power?!
...
Three days later, Su An met that person at the clinic.
"Little girl, you're the one who invented cement?"
The man who spoke had a booming voice. He was about forty years old, with a full beard, a broad and imposing build, and a vigorous expression.
When he saw that Su An was only a fifteen or sixteen-year-old girl, his eyes narrowed sharply and scrutinized her.
"I wouldn't call myself an inventor. May I ask who you are?" Su An nodded, somewhat surprised by the impressive aura of the middle-aged man in front of him.
Her calm and composed attitude brought a hint of satisfaction to the man's eyes, and he laughed heartily.
"I'm just a craftsman, girl, you can just call me Uncle Lu Ming!"
Before Su An could react to the name, Zhou Li, who was watching the scene unfold, spat out his tea.
"Lu……"
Lu Ming?
A descendant of Lu Ban, a royal craftsman!
They actually managed to poach him from the prince?!
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