Caroline Edwin took a sip of water to moisten her throat, and as she put the cup down, she heard a sneer from Joan Edwin who was sitting next to her.
The laughter was cold, and the way she looked at Linn Daniel was particularly displeasing.
The little mite wasn't big-hearted but had learned to curry favor for attention.
Tsk, this little guy has been taught by his uncle to be a dark-hearted black sesame ball.
Noticing Joan's gaze, Linn raised his head to meet her eyes.
"Cousin."
He smiled innocently, revealing a row of neatly white teeth, with collagen-filled cheeks, making them so soft that you'd want to pinch them.
"Little brat."
Was this a provocation?
Heh... His sister's surname was Edwin; no matter how much this little thing tried to please her, could he shake his position?
He's her real brother, while this cousin is nothing. Haven't you heard of the saying, "three thousand miles between a cousin?"
