Do not dare to make trouble.

Still, the main point here was that, even now, she did not get why she had gotten slapped!

Why was I slapped?!

Did I say something wrong?

Has my husband gone mad?!

Is he crazy?

Why did he slap me for no reason at all?!

She angrily turned and pulled at his arm as she hysterically roared at him in great consternation. "You've gone mad, haven't you?!"

The magistrate sighed in helplessness at the sight of her acting like this before rolling his eyes to the heavens. With a hand on his forehead, he turned and pointed a finger at his wife. He was so furious that he was at a loss for words.

More baffled and aggrieved by now, she shot back at him tearfully, "Why aren't you talking now? Why did you slap me?! Are you possessed?!"

"Stop talking! Just quietly sit down and don't make another peep; understand?"