"Is there anyone?"
In the empty living room, the furniture was covered with dust. There was a half-cup of moldy water on the coffee table, and spider webs hung from the chandelier like gray ropes.
My heart began to sink.
"Young Master! You are finally back!"
The old housekeeper, Uncle Zhang, stumbled down the stairs with white hair and red eyes. He plopped down on his knees in front of me, crying and shaking all over.
"Uncle Zhang, get up and talk." I helped him up with both hands, and the ominous premonition in my heart became more and more serious, "Where is Su Wan? Where is Xiaoyue?"
Uncle Zhang cried so hard that he couldn't speak. He took out an envelope from his arms and handed it to me.
"Young Master, you can see for yourself."
