"Do you hate Ai Qing?" Bai Yanliang suddenly asked.
Ma Junsheng's expression turned slightly rigid; he raised his head unnaturally and looked at Bai Yanliang, saying, "I don't understand what you mean."
Bai Yanliang turned his head to look at the trash can, saying, "This morning's newspaper had a report about the Ai Qing incident, but you tore it to shreds. Do you dislike her, or are you so angry because you like her too much?"
"Enough!" Ma Junsheng suddenly stood up, a bit impatient, "I don't want to see or hear anything related to that name. If you have questions, please ask quickly; I still have work to deal with."
Bai Yanliang remained unfazed, continuing to ask, "When was your last contact with her?"
"No contact! I deleted her completely; she's vanished from my life. If she hadn't suddenly died, I wouldn't have even remembered she existed."
"When and from where did you learn about her death?"
