Those Who Dare to Harm My Women Must Die!

"I still don't know what your four names are," Zhong Wen said.

Lately, Zhong Wen had become closer to Madam Qiao and the four little maids, and they were chatting in the courtyard early in the morning after breakfast.

"I'm the Eldest Maid."

"Second Maid."

"Third Maid."

"Fourth Maid."

Zhong Wen: "..."

What kind of lazy names are these? Eldest Maid, Second Maid? Do they think they're in a period drama?

Madam Qiao blushed and said somewhat embarrassed, "Forgive me for not knowing better. I have limited education, and I'm usually busy. I haven't had the time or energy to think of proper names for them. So, I've been calling them this way. Mr. Zhong is quite talented. If you don't mind, could you help them choose more suitable names?"

You don't know that I'm illiterate in the Great Qian culture.