After reaching this conclusion, Xu Huo unconsciously frowned. In such a vast game world, how difficult it was for two players from different game zones to meet by fate, unless they were subconsciously searching or had agreed to meet. The chance of such a random connection and a coincidental encounter was unimaginably low.
He had acquired V Fan Xiao's lighter through the game, and by a stroke of luck, inherited Rose Castle as his first choice of residence. This series of coincidences made him instinctively want to dig into the meaning behind them.
There were only half the pages in the photo album, and after the last piece of news about V Fan Xiao's most recent arson, someone had written a sentence with a pen:
"I have contracted a very serious illness. I hope for an heir."
Xu Huo furrowed his brows; this sentence was not meant for him, but for the person flipping through this album.