*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 onto the sofa. He could still see his wife's back in front of him.
"Actually, what is my expertise in life? I've learned a lot; I took therapy, and now I've become a CEO in a well-known company. But why do people treat me like a child? Everyone who respects me does so because of the family's social status and my name. It feels like something's wrong with me," he grumbled.