After saying that, he dashed outside. His mother's voice trailed behind him, "It's a strong wind and heavy rain, where are you going",This master is a chatterbox, he can't stop talking once he opens his mouth.,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.。