Of course, Su Qiao still couldn't draw any conclusions based on just these points, but she could basically confirm that the suicide of Ding Peixin, Sun Zhihao's wife, had been unusual.
This matched her earlier intuition.
Logically speaking, his wife had been missing for three days, and someone had personally seen her standing on the rocks by the sea before she disappeared, leaving behind only a scarf and a wallet.
Any normal person would have been more or less certain by now that his wife was dead, with only her body yet to be recovered.
But this man was still insisting that his wife wasn't dead and telling them to search for her. Aside from anxiety, there was no trace of grief in his eyes.
Most importantly, given his financial situation, shouldn't he have rented more boats and hired more people to search the sea for her body?
Yet he had done nothing, merely waiting for the police to search and retrieve her. He hadn't even gone to the seaside to keep watch.
From this alone, it was clear that he didn't love his wife nearly as much as he claimed.
The impression this man gave Su Qiao was that he was extremely agitated, venting his unease through his anger. There was also a hint of conflict in his expression, as if he wanted to find his wife but didn't want to find her at the same time.
Su Qiao exchanged a glance with Little Li.
Little Li understood and stood up to take his leave. "Mr. Sun, we know you're very anxious and upset about what happened, but we're here to disturb you again because we want to find your wife as soon as possible."
"Rest assured, we'll do everything we can to find her. We'll take our leave