Wen Qiao hailed a taxi and, after getting in, fastened her umbrella beside her feet and shook the raindrops off it. "Driver, to Dongpu Airport," she said.,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.。