Rouge's name had been called maid before she was six years old. When she was running naked around the streets, she never thought that the word maid was related to her. Mo Sheng is white and pure, with beautiful red and phoenix eyes like a big sister who sings in an opera. Mo Sheng has a lot of knowledge and knows many words, and is as tall as the pine tree in front of the door. Mo Sheng doesn't like to laugh, and gets angry every day:
"Rouge, you held the book upside down, even if you use it as a rag, it won't absorb water."
"Rouge, take out the green bamboo leaf from the glazed flower vase. I'm scared to death. The colors are almost the same. What! You put his wretched wife in the sapphire flower vase! It belongs to your uncle!!"
"Rouge, get up. Rouge, you should get up. Rouge, get up. If you don't get up and go to the kitchen to get breakfast, you will starve again. No matter how unloved I am, I am still a young master. How can I carry a food box every day? You stinky girl, get up!"