Everything going smootly
Vino stepped into the living room waiting for his wife who was still working in the kitchen.
"I just wanted to help but why is she getting angry, after all, it's only a box of tissues, it won't eat up all of the trees," He whispered to himself.
Vino slammed his body on the sofa, he could still see his wife's back in front back there.
"actually what is my expertise in life, I've learned a lot, I took therapy and now I have become a CEO in a well-known company. but why did people treating me as a child, everyone who respected me because of the family's social status on my name, it seems like something was wrong with me. " He grumbled.