Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,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.。