Wen Qiao spent the whole afternoon and finally figured it out. It was as if she had been reborn.,The master pushed open the fare meter and stepped on the gas pedal. The car plunged headlong into the storm.,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.。