Meng Han saw her agree, and immediately sat up straight again, leaning two degrees closer to her.
"Um, do you have a way to make my mother distance herself from my uncle's family?"
Shu Yu was dumbfounded, this request... was too inexplicable.
Meng Han sighed, somewhat helplessly, "As you can see, my mother is more affectionate towards my cousin than she is towards me. She glares at me as often as she checks on my cousin's well-being, sometimes I can't even figure out who is whose mother."
Looking at Meng Han, the girl in front of her was two years younger than herself. But probably due to inheriting the good genes from the Meng family, she was slightly taller than Tao Qin, whom she had met earlier.
If it were in modern times, at this age, she would certainly be in her teenage years, particularly concerned about whether parents are biased or care about her.
This was troubling; how to respond to the demands of a teenager in their rebellious phase?
