"Uncle, don't move!" Layla screamed frantically.

Originally, Cole wanted to stand up and ask what was Layla trying to do. However, Layla's shouting gave him a scare, so much so that he paused his movement.

"Uncle, you have grown plenty of gray hairs. Let me get rid of them for you. People might think you are an old man." Layla took the opportunity and put the hairs she pulled out into a plastic bag and put it back into her backpack.

After finishing what she was doing, she patted Cole's shoulder and said, "Alright, I have removed all of them."

Cole stood up while enduring the pain he felt from his scalp, "Let me see. I don't remember having gray hair."

Layla pointed at the air innocently, "I have already thrown them away. Why do you want to see them? Those are just any normal type of gray hairs."

Cole was speechless.

Layla continued to hurt Cole's heart by saying, "Your hair is very oily. I need to go wash my hands or else my hands will be stinky."

Layla said in disgust and left