The meeting place was the Xiangshui Small Restaurant in the city.

The restaurant had a distinct rural flavor, and it was said to have many new and old customers.

When my father and I first saw Jiang Yuming, we couldn't help but frown.

The man opposite, oh no, it should be said the boy—

He was dressed very casually, and his hair was messy.

He had Bluetooth earphones in his ears, looking like he had just been exercising.

He was nothing like a detective, not even close.

"This guy can't be here to scam us, right?" I thought.

As soon as the boy saw us, he pointed to the seat opposite, signaling us to sit without being polite.

"Sorry, there was traffic on the way."

My father placed his bag on the seat closest to him.

After a few forced polite exchanges, he sat down sideways.

My father and I exchanged a glance, and we had the same thought.

We needed to get rid of this so-called detective.

"It's okay, I just arrived too."

Jiang Yuming took the earphones out of his ears and put them in his jacket pocket.

His expression finally became a bit serious.

"You are a detective, huh? You look really young," my father said.

"It's just that I look young."

Jiang Yuming poured a cup of black tea for the guest.

"You know, I haven't had any business in months. When you called me, I was very surprised."

"Really? Is it because the detective business is bad, or are you bad at it?"

My father's teasing didn't seem to offend Jiang Yuming.

He just smiled, "I am indeed just a temporary detective, helping some people with special needs solve small problems. But Mr. Zhang, what do you want to entrust me to investigate?"

"Hmm..."

My father took a sip of tea and turned to give me a look—

He was asking me if we should trust this so-called "temporary detective."