I feel extremely confused as I remain seated, still gripping the gift box in my hands and gazing at the strong, terrifying-looking man standing in front of me, giving me a hard glare as if warning me with his eyes that I should not give him the wrong answer. His beautiful wife standing beside him slaps him hard on his arm, forcing him to slowly turn his head to look at her.
"Why the hell will you be asking such a stupid question?" she says sharply. "It is their business and not yours okay, so you should keep your mind and attention away from that."
She gives him a sharp and structured look, and I watch as the man's furious gaze immediately softens. He scoffs and shakes his head before shrugging. "What? I didn't do anything wrong, okay. It was just a simple honest question that deserves a
