```
Fortunately, the road conditions improved afterwards, and Han Feng and Han Qianxun didn't run into any inexplicable traffic jams. Everything started to become beautiful and harmonious. Han Feng occasionally stole glances at his master beside him and noticed his facial features softening. He felt a lot more at ease. At least President Han Qianxun wouldn't go mad anymore, right?
While the two of them were silent, Han Qianxun's phone chimed with a text message. He checked it quickly, and it turned out to be from Han Zifeng asking how long it would be before they arrived at the exhibition center.
Han Qianxun turned to ask Han Feng directly, "How much longer until we arrive?"
Upon hearing this, Han Feng glanced at his watch, pondered for a moment, and turned to answer Han Qianxun, "At most half an hour, we'll definitely get there before ten."
