Meng Chuyue felt a sweet joy in her heart, her mom favored her over Meng Jingfen.
Just now, she had actually stood up for her.
And then, it turned out that in her previous life, her mom had allowed Meng Jingfen to call her "Mom" in order to secure her a good job.
Indeed, with Meng Jingfen's unattractive appearance and lackluster education, this era saw many migrant workers, but most of them were limited to factory assembly lines; they hardly landed the better jobs.
Jingfen couldn't handle tough work, she definitely wouldn't want to be an ordinary worker.
Mom could only find her an easy and profitable job, otherwise, Meng Jingfen would be incessantly troublesome.
Chuyue smiled sweetly, "Okay, as long as cousin doesn't bully me, I'll be fine with anything."
She wouldn't let Meng Jingfen off the hook, but she wouldn't act rashly either.
After dinner, Meng Wanhua pointed to the second bedroom and said to Meng Chuyue and Meng Jingfen, "You two can share that room."
