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Wen Qiao hailed a taxi and, after getting in, fastened her umbrella beside her feet and shook the raindrops off it. "Driver, to Dongpu Airport," she said.,The taxi sped down the road, rain splattering across the windows. A Cantonese song played softly inside the car, but Wen Qiao was too anxious to enjoy it; she wished she could fly there herself.,There were too many trucks on the outer ring road, and the weather was also too bad. The master didn't dare to speed, so when leaving the outer ring road, it was 7:28 PM.。