"Twenty years old~!"
The driver glanced at him again, incredulous, "Twenty years old? You look around my age, how can you have a daughter who's twenty?"
Jih Yunxiao leaned back in the chair, lazily retorting, "How old are you this year?"
"Thirty-four, my daughter is only in the fifth grade."
Jih Yunxiao's smile deepened, lazily suggesting, "Meng Xing, tell him how old I am this year."
Meng Xing's lips twitched, "Uncle Jih is forty-five this year..."
The driver was dumbfounded, "How could that be!!"
He scanned the rear seat through the rearview mirror, looking at Jih Yunxiao several times.
Jih Yunxiao raised an eyebrow, "There's no helping it, just this young~!"
The driver couldn't believe it.
Even if you maintain yourself well at forty-five, you can't look this young.
This lad must be joking with me.
At best, he looks about thirty, even his eyes appear very youthful, as if untouched by time.
Not a single wrinkle on his face, and you're telling me you're forty-five?
