Wang Yin glared at him. "No matter how difficult she is to get along with, she's still family; we can't just cut ties. Your eldest aunt might nag a lot, but she adored you when you were little and even sewed tiger-head shoes for you."
Jiang Han curled his lip. Those tiger-head shoes back then had been so stiff they could double as weapons, and his feet had suffered plenty of blisters from them.
Still, he didn't dare say that aloud, afraid his mother would dig up a pile of ancient history to lecture him with again.
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