Kayla had been pulling at Echel's face, stretching his sharp-angled cheeks into the shape of a pancake. Infected by her granddaughter's happiness, Echel also burst into silly laughter.
"Have you been resurrected, Grandfather Echel? You look even younger than my father… mother."
"In fact, he's nothing more than a skeleton wrapped in skin." Reed grunted jealously beside Lyle, "If you pull any harder, you might even tear off the bastard's face."
Reed's words had a clear effect, and Kayla no longer touched his cheeks; she even stepped back a little in fear. If she really tore off her grandfather's face, it would be a horrifying psychological shadow for her.
"Damn tin can, not even a skin can keep your sharp tongue sealed!"
"Yes, even my speech has become more incisive after I was able to flap my gums."
Kayla looked at the tall figure arguing with her grandfather and easily deduced the nature of their friendship. However, that didn't mean she didn't feel annoyed.
