"This name is good; it's relevant and straightforward."
Zheng Fan clapped his hands, and this matter was settled just like that.
The little sword boy was stunned. She really couldn't understand how this 'boss' had just casually settled on her name like that.
The thought of how she would be called for the next twenty years: Wench, have you eaten yet? Wench, good morning! Wench, nice weather today, isn't it?
The little sword boy was ready to explode, but the way a smart person loses their cool is different from the way a fool does.
Then, the little sword boy asked, "How long have you been stuck at the Eighth Rank?"
"Eh?"
Zheng Fan was about to hold Siniang's hand and go review yesterday's needling techniques, but when he heard the little sword boy's words, he immediately stopped. He sat back down in his reclining chair, crossed his legs, and a smile spread across his face.
He said, "I feel like it's been a long time, but it also doesn't seem like it's been *that* long."
