Wendy Arden lowered her head to look at the group photo on her phone screen. Her eyes fell on Joanna Lawrence's delicate and beautiful face, revealing unpleasant feelings as she swatted the phone away.
Her movements were somewhat rough.
The phone she swiped away fell on the couch.
The young fan was stunned again, picking up the phone, looking at Wendy Arden with curiosity and confusion, "Wendy, what's wrong with you?"
Wendy Arden looked very angry.
"What fairy, it's not as exaggerated as you say. I think she's not that pretty, just a bit attractive."
Wendy Arden was filled with defiance.
Of course, she knew Joanna Lawrence was attractive.
As a woman, when she first saw Joanna Lawrence, she was taken aback.
Only, the more others exaggerated Joanna Lawrence, the more uncomfortable she felt, the less willing she was to admit it.
Especially when the person next to her was her best friend.
But she kept praising Joanna Lawrence in her ear.
This made her even more uncomfortable.
