On Saturday morning, for a rare change, Yan Feifan didn't wake up on his own. His sister had to practically drag him out of bed.
The Yan siblings, Yu Suye, Duan Yu, and Feng Jian, who had rushed over early that morning, formed a group of five. Carrying their travel bags, they grabbed a simple breakfast at a small eatery by the south gate of their residential complex.
At 6:56 in the morning, the car that was scheduled to pick them up arrived right on time at the south gate of the complex.
To Yan Feifan's surprise, what he had expected to be a minibus turned out to be a luxury coach that could seat fifty or sixty people.
Once the coach came to a steady stop, a woman stepped out. She was dressed in a custom-tailored, dark business suit, her hair in an immaculate bun. With a pretty face, glasses, and an elegant air, she looked to be around thirty years old.
With a gentle, warm smile, she introduced herself as Xu Zhen, their personal attendant for the entire trip.
