C138 Assassination

Early in the morning, Hsiao Lin's blanket was removed. Hsiao's mother anxiously said, "Son, quickly get up. It's 7: 30. The plane is about to take off!"

Hsiao Lin looked at his phone in confusion. It was 6: 00.

He was speechless. "Where is 7: 30? Mom, don't keep telling me the time like this, okay?"

Hsiao's mother glared at Hsiao Lin