Su Qiao was indeed hungry by then, so she did not stand on ceremony. She picked up the lunchbox and started eating, reporting the situation to Tao Junhui as she did.
"The hair with the follicles attached has already been sent to the forensic lab. I think Sun Zhihao and Auntie Li, the nanny from his neighbor's household, both have something wrong with them."
"Everything Sun Zhihao has done tells me that he doesn't believe his wife, Ding Peixin, jumped into the sea."
"Also, this man doesn't love his wife—not as much as he claims, at least. He definitely has another woman. You can investigate that angle."
"Why do you think he has another woman?" Based on Group Five's previous investigation, Sun Zhihao and his wife, Ding Peixin, had always been very loving and harmonious.
Su Qiao shot him a glance. "Because of his profession and his personality."
"He probably has a hidden temper problem. He's especially prone to irritability when he feels his inspiration drying up."
And the current situation was that his wife had disappeared after jumping into the sea—or had run away for some other reason—so he could not calm down at all. He had no inspiration, and his temper had consequently begun to flare.
"A person like that won't remain devoted to anyone or anything other than painting for long. When he loses his inspiration, he'll instinctively seek out stimulation, and passion is the easiest and best source of inspiration."
Su Qiao stopped eating and thought for a moment. "To put it simply, this man has little moral restraint or sense of responsibility. He'll seek out all kinds of different women to stimulate his inspiration."
What Su Qiao did not mention was that, from the moment they first met, the man had stared intently at her