Typhoon "Mina" passed, at half past five in the afternoon, the Meteorological Observatory issued a three-no. wind warning, it was raining outside, pouring down on the windows, the house was dark and quiet.,Wen Qiao looked at her watch, her voice anxious: "Master, can you hurry up",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.。