Parents Return

2:30 AM, Shanghai.

A silver Audi car swerved and pulled up to the tower in the Pudong District.

The driver began to unpack the black glossy suitcases from the trunk, gesturing for the doorman to come collect them.

Daniel Yang stepped out, wearing a pair of pale gray tailored slacks, polished black shoes, and a black coat over his white shirt. The man stood tall, and in extremely good physical condition, his face bright and clean shaven with a healthy tan.

The only hint of his age was a handsome crease beside each eye and a peek of silver through his dark, thick hair; brushed back and slightly parted on the side.

He extended a helpful hand to his wife, Erin Yang.

She got out, long legs in white trousers and tan ankle boots; her toned body covered in a waist cinching beige trenchcoat, shoulder length brown hair, highlighted honey blonde.