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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, 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.。