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Wen Qiao shook off her mother's hand: "Mom, I have something urgent to do, I need to go out.",Wen Qiao looked at her watch, it was already seven o'clock.,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.。