Nan Zhubin pondered in his heart.
Is taking care of a husband with depression something she should be proud of or even flaunt?
Combining previously obtained information, Nan Zhubin skillfully posed another question:
"Taking care of a husband wholeheartedly, especially one suffering from depression, sounds incredibly difficult. But what about your job?"
Nan Zhubin observed closely.
As expected, upon hearing this, Wang Sui seemed like a robot whose switch had been flipped, her actions and words becoming somewhat mechanical.
She began reciting as if delivering a well-rehearsed monologue.
"Hey, it's not like I just started taking care of him now."
"I've been taking care of my husband since I was in school. He's the kind of art student who can only draw, and doesn't know anything else apart from that."
"After graduation, I originally had many great job opportunities, but for his sake, I didn't accept any of those offers because I couldn't leave him alone."
