"Alright, let me see."
Madison Barton already extended her hand.
"You really don't believe me." Marvin Lennon pulled out his wallet from his sweatpants, took out his ID and handed it over: "Take a good look, call me brother from now on."
Taking Marvin Lennon's ID, Madison Barton looked carefully, he really was thirty-two.
The photo on the ID was taken a few years ago, making him look even older than he does now.
She covered her mouth and laughed: "Brother Marvin, are you satisfied?"
"Hmm, it's good enough, sounds pleasing to the ear." Marvin Lennon took back his ID, patted the car's steering wheel: "Let's drive, first treat me to breakfast, then lunch at a seafood buffet, hotpot for dinner, and beer for a late-night snack."
"Deal!"
Madison Barton agreed cheerfully, started the car, and drove downhill.
On the way, she listened to Marvin Lennon's chatter, which made her laugh out loud.
