Sheng Li, Wang Hao, and Hu Jingguo had stopped for their breakfasts in a restaurant. They were in disguise. The table around which they were seated was isolated from the rest. Sheng Li took out the paper, brush, and a bamboo inkpot from his pocket.
"Are you writing a letter for her?" Hu Jingguo queried.
"Yes. Now, look away," Sheng Li ordered him. Wang Hao, on the other hand, went to take their meals. Hu Jingguo turned his back towards Sheng Li and told him to write quickly. Sheng Li dipped the brush in the ink and started writing on the paper.
"Write about me as well," Hu Jingguo stated.
"No. It's my personal letter to her. I cannot put your name in this. You can write a separate letter for her," Sheng Li asserted and continued writing.
"Really?" Hu Jingguo was happy that he got permission. "Are you not jealous of me anymore?" He asked, keeping a grin on his face.
