“You’re doing this only to spoil my mood, right Hazel?” Granny raised her brow as she lowered the mirror on her hand not wanting to look her old self in it.

 

“Who started to mention the age, first?” Hazel wrapped her arms around her chest, inquiring righteously.

 

“Moron, Hazel… You’re such a bad grandchild…” Her granny scolded her unhappily and turned her face away in dismay as Hazel’s laughter started to erupt in the room.

 

Ha … Ha … Ha …

 

“Ok, ok, you’re the most beautiful, young, charming, graceful, grandmother… Happy now?” Hazel hugged her Granny teasing her and Granny couldn’t help but chuckle at her mischievous behavior.

 

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