Wen Qiao took a look at the calendar on her desk. June 24th was circled, which was the day after tomorrow, that —,Wen Qiao looked at her watch, her voice anxious: "Master, can you hurry up",With a deafening 'bang', right before my eyes, a Bentley car and a concrete truck running a red light collided. The headlights were blinding, forcing me to cover my eyes. The screeching brakes, the tires squealing, and the earth-shattering impact of the vehicles created a cacophony of sound.。