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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.,Wen Qiao kept urging, "Master, please hurry up, faster!"。