Murong Duanyang's words suddenly stopped, and he secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He suddenly thought of a problem, "Ruoqing, Bai Yurui's company's name is Qingrui. This Qing is your Qing. Do you know Bai Yurui?"
Wen Ruoqing's eyes flashed quickly, and her hand holding the mobile phone was obviously tightened, but she did not answer.
"Ruoqing, do you really know each other? Did he aim at Madam Wen because of you? What's going on..." Murong Duanyang did not hear Wen Ruoqing's answer. He knew that he was right that Ruoqing and Bai Yurui really knew each other.
"And maybe they don't just know each other. I'm afraid..."
"I don't want to mention this anymore." Wen Ruoqing interrupted Murong Duanyang.
There were not many people who knew about what happened between her and Bai Yirui. Six years had passed, and it was already over. She didn't want to talk about it anymore.