Joanna Lawrence felt very strange.
She really couldn't figure out the reason.
Logically speaking, if she felt a sense of familiarity every time she saw Omega Huntley, they should have known each other before.
At least, they should have met before.
But if she had really met Omega Huntley, it would be impossible for her not to have any memory of it.
With this strange feeling, Joanna glanced at Omega again. The moment their eyes met, Joanna felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity again.
She frowned in doubt.
"Joanna,..." Omega began, sounding pitiful.
Joanna immediately snapped back to reality, forcibly suppressing the strange feeling in her heart: "You don't have to worry about it. It really has nothing to do with you. Also, you shouldn't call me Joanna anymore. We are about the same age, just call me by my name."
"Alright." Omega agreed right away, switching to a more affectionate tone. "You are one year older than me. Can I call you Sister Joanna?"
