C138 Yu Family Head

October 1st, 10 AM.

Taihe Bay.

The back seat opened, and the first to get out was an old man with a head of white hair. He was wearing a beige jacket embroidered with dark silver lines, in the shape of a big gossip, with a clasp and embroidery, like one of those rings, and a pair of matching pants with flowing clouds sewn up at the bottom of the trousers