Under the parasol next door was a small round table. Martin took out his phone, hurried over, and before sitting down, he habitually checked the chair to make sure there were no issues. Only then did he sit at the table.
There was no helping it, after playing so many tricks on others, he had been left with some aftereffects.
Seeing a similar scene always triggered his subconscious defenses.
Bruce sat opposite him and said, "Jody just reminded me, the Twitter handle is called 'Martin's Son.'
"Isn't it Hart and the others playing a trick on me?" Martin thought of the 'sons' from House of Beast Club of the past.
Bruce shrugged: "You'd better see for yourself."
Martin logged into Twitter and searched for "Martin's Son," and a profile came up.
The account's avatar was a picture. Upon clicking it, Martin discovered it was a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy whose facial contours and style bore a certain resemblance to him.
Certainly more so than Mrs. Guo to Jason Statham.
