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

Translator: Paperplane Editor: Caron_

It was monsoon season in all of southern China, so it rained heavily non-stop Having originally booked a flight for ten in the e 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 ht about it for a et the car started He also asked his secretary to book a ticket for the high-speed train

The train station was quite sohts on standby, a lot of flight passengers were now trying to get to the high-speed train instead, so there was more traffic on the roads than usual When Han Zhifan reached the train station, it was already three in the afternoon

At a quarter past three, Han Zhifan got on the high-speed train

He wasted practically a whole day at the airport He still had a lot of work to attend to, so Han Zhifan took out his laptop and started to get busy

It was already dark outside when he finished his work He glanced at the time to find that it was already half past seven The end-of-production party had already started, and he was still about two hours away frohai

At half past nine, the train arrived on time The doors opened, and as soon as Han Zhifan stepped out, he saw the driver arranged for hiot into the car, he didn't wait for the driver to ask where he was heading and beat hiht"

Han Zhifan was afraid he wouldn't be able to ed the driver to step on the gas throughout the entire journey as he checked the time constantly

At ten o'clock, the car reached the entrance to the Starlight lobby Han Zhifan ordered the driver: "Take reeting He strode into the revolving doors and headed right for the elevator