As he approached the room's entrance, Lu Jiang pulled He Hongjun into his own room, "When a female comrade is speaking, what are we male comrades mixing in for? Come on, sit in my room. Comrade He Hongjun, tell me about the situation in Shanghai, so I can understand it better."
As a man, he was more attuned to the changes in the situation.
"Alright!" He Hongjun also felt it was not quite appropriate to follow them, and naturally complied with Lu Jiang's suggestion.
Feng Qingxue smiled and invited He Qingyin into her own room.
She first helped He Qingyin to sit in the only chair, then she closed the door, turned around, and began pouring hot water from the kettle.
"Comrade Qingxue, don't bother, I'm not thirsty, I don't want water. Who wrote this character? Can you tell me?" He Qingyin asked urgently, while pulling out the paper Feng Qingxue had given to He Hongjun from her pocket.
