Chương 387: Why Does Cotton Candy Taste Like Alcohol (7)

It was monsoon season in all of southern China, so it rained heavily non-stop. Having originally booked a flight for ten in the morning, Han Zhifan waited in the VIP lounge of the hotel till one in the afternoon without any updates on his delayed departure.

The end-of-production party was booked for seven in the evening, so there were only six hours left. Han Zhifan made a mental calculation and he didn't know just how much time he would continue to waste at the airport. He was afraid he wouldn't make it to the party.

Han Zhifan thought about it for a moment then ordered the driver to get the car started. He also asked his secretary to book a ticket for the high-speed train.