My house is not far from the restaurant. It's only about a 12-minute walk, no need for a taxi.

"I can tell, your family is quite well-off," said Jiang Yuming.

I smiled humbly, "Not really, this house is all we have left."

A wealthy family's villa, and it's quite a big one.

Indeed, this is the only valuable thing we have left.

But my father, who loved money so much, refused to sell this house.

He said he wanted to keep it as a memento.

As soon as we entered the entryway, the young detective followed behind the client.

He observed the surroundings as we walked.

The first floor was spacious, with a living room of about 200 square meters.

The whole interior design showed that the owner had a very good taste.

The master bedroom, which was the client's room, was on the second floor.

But the inside and outside of the room were clearly two different worlds—

The bedroom was in complete disarray, with blankets piled into small mounds, taking up most of the mattress.

The brown wooden floor was stained into a grayish-brown color by messy footprints.

The nightstand and dressing table were covered with randomly tossed clothes and socks.

Embedded in the wall by the door was a large mirror.

On the left wall, there was an empty space about the size of a 36-inch photo, contrasting slightly with the wall's color.

"Sorry for the mess. I'm usually quite lazy. This is the one thing my ex-wife hated the most," explained the father when he saw Jiang Yuming staring at the room.

"Has your ex-wife been away for a long time?" Jiang Yuming suddenly asked.

"Uh?"

The father was stunned for a moment before slowly answering.

"Yes, the day I was informed that the company went bankrupt, she ran away with our daughter... Women, I never can figure out what they are thinking...”

"Can I see a picture of your ex-wife and daughter?"

"Sure, let me find one..."

The father lifted a pile of clothes, eventually finding one under the pillow. He carefully handed it to the detective.

Jiang Yuming glanced at the photo. It only showed the ex-wife Meng Anxue, the younger daughter Xiaohuan, and the client Zhang Liangcheng.

In the lower right corner, it was labeled as a family photo.

"What’s your younger daughter's name?"

"She's called Xiaohuan, a very excellent and lovely girl."

Talking about his younger daughter, his eyes showed an unconscious pride.

"And where are the four letters?"

"Here! I've been keeping them all along."

Finally, I found a chance to speak, which I had been waiting for quietly.