Han Jun left the hotel with his team and headed to Shengda Literature to continue the negotiations.
He drove himself with his niece Han Mengting in the same car.
The hotel they stayed at wasn't far from Shengda Literature, just about a ten-minute drive.
"Uncle, we can't delay the acquisition of Shengda Literature any longer, to prevent any unforeseen circumstances," Han Mengting said seriously.
"Don't worry, there won't be any unforeseen circumstances. Shengda Literature is already in the bag," Han Jun was very confident.
"One can never predict such uncertainties, I have a bad feeling," Han Mengting commented.
"Is it your 'sixth sense' again?" Han Jun glanced at his niece and couldn't help but laugh.
