Grandma, you are really fashionable!

Aiden Carter: "..."

Pulling the blanket off his head, he frowned, "Grandma, you're old already, and it's so late. Why aren't you sleeping? Why are you jumping around in my room?"

"Hmph!"

Wendy Hollander snorted heavily through her nose, "Why am I here? I have my reasons."

Aiden Carter pushed away his blanket and sat cross-legged, "Well, go ahead and preach then."

Upon hearing this, Wendy raised her hand and hit Aiden on the head.

"Ouch-" Aiden cried out in pain, "Grandma, why are you hitting me?"

Wendy asked him, "Who were you talking to on the phone just now?"

Aiden didn't answer and remained silent.

Wendy then stretched out her hand, grabbed Aiden's ear, and said, "If you don't tell me, do you think this old lady won't know? You, little brat, are far behind your brother in being cunning."

Apparently standing enough, Wendy patted Aiden's arm, "Move your butt."