Zhang Ming's body shuddered, then settled into quietness. He drank again from the mineral water on the table, this time gulping it down before carelessly throwing the mineral water bottle onto the floor.
"My wife suggested that I see a psychologist," Zhang Ming said softly.
"I didn't go. I'm worried about them."
"My wife thinks that I brought the Rabbit Doll home myself."
"It's really strange why she can't be more understanding towards me. I did it all for our daughter's sake, and for her too. I admit I was a bit neurotic at the time, but... never mind, I don't blame her. It's all my fault." As Zhang Ming spoke, he seemed to deflate like a punctured rubber ball, his entire demeanor sagging.
"Did you and your wife have a fight?" Hawkeye pinpointed the subtext of Zhang Ming's words.
"Hmm," Zhang Ming answered reluctantly, shifting his gaze to the sofa to his left, "If she were in my position, she would do the same thing."
