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Wen Qiao tapped her head: "Understood, understood. How many times do I have to say it","Heading to the airport Catching a flight Or giving someone a lift",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.。