Nightfall descended, and the bustle of the day gradually faded away. The neon lights along the streets lit up in red and yellow, illuminating the alleys of East Sea and casting the bustling city known as the Oriental Pearl into a hazy state, reminiscent of its somewhat obscure nightlife, sparking the imagination.
East Sea Pudong International Airport was as busy as ever at night, with airplanes taking off and landing incessantly, their roaring sounds lingering for a long time.
At nine o'clock, a passenger plane from New York in the United States landed punctually at Pudong International Airport.
On the airport tarmac, a gold Bentley known for its reputation among the upper echelons of society stood silently, its license plate with a string of 6s glaring under the lights.
Huangfu Hongzhu leaned against the car door, lightly smoking a lady's cigarette, but her gaze was fixed on the plane that had just landed safely.
