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.,There were too many trucks on the outer ring road, and the weather was also too bad. The master didn't dare to speed, so when leaving the outer ring road, it was 7:28 PM.。