The master pushed open the fare meter and stepped on the gas pedal. The car plunged headlong into the storm.,Wen Qiao looked at her watch, her voice anxious: "Master, can you hurry up",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.。