Yannick Luther didn't pay much attention to his little cousin's infatuation since, in his eyes, Wendy Arden was just a little girl.
It's normal for a little girl to want to take a closer look at a handsome mentor when she sees one.
"You rude girl," Yannick Luther glared at her, "You haven't even greeted your sister-in-law yet."
"Yannick, it's no big deal,"
Wendy Arden heard an extremely pleasant voice, very delicate, soft, and sweet, making people feel very comfortable just listening to it.
She was stunned for a moment before raising her head.
Under the dim light, the face Wendy Arden saw was like a pearl in the dark, emitting a brilliance that made it hard to keep one's eyes open.
Her eyes showed astonishment as her pupils widened, staring blankly at Joanna Lawrence.
Wendy Arden thought Joanna Lawrence in person was at most a beauty, but there was still a gap between her and a great beauty.
