Old Zhang looked around; when he didn't see Zhang Tao, he drunkenly muttered, "I'm telling you, it's all… my wife's fault. If—if she didn't… didn't beat the girl… beat her too hard… she wouldn't have escaped, yeah? That wretched girl… so ungrateful! She—she ran away!"
Shi Nian stood up and threw the bottle of wine at Old Zhang. Old Zhang's hands were tied, and he couldn't catch it. Seeing the wine spill out, he anxiously cried out, "Hey! Hey! It's spilling, it's spilling! That's good wine, you know!"
Shi Nian ignored the man and walked up to Old Zhao. "Do you have anything else to say?" he asked him. "Does your conscience hurt knowing you're righteously protecting people responsible for such monstrosities?"
