This letter instantly piqued Li Xiaoqiang's curiosity. He really wanted to know who the sender was, and how this person knew all of his thoughts. Li Xiaoqiang was certain that this person definitely knew him.
Looking at the neat handwriting, it was probably written by a woman.
A woman had written a letter to him, Li Xiaoqiang. Who could it be?
Li Xiaoqiang continued reading.
"Hee hee, you must be guessing who I am, right? I won't tell you, I won't tell you. Bite me if you can! How's that, can't bite me, can you? Haha, this is killing me."
Li Xiaoqiang reached out, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, "Who the heck are you? If you don't reveal your name, I'm not reading anymore."
Li Xiaoqiang continued reading: "Fine, I'll tell you. You must have thought about me, haven't you? Guess who I am? Just guess?"
"Guess your sister," Li Xiaoqiang grumbled, "Wouldn't it be better to get straight to the point instead of teasing me like this."
