As Franco entered the campus guidance and counseling room, he was greeted by a sight that tested his patience further. There you were, casually lounging on the chair, feet propped up on the table, and unapologetically puffing on a cigarette despite the presence of your lecturer, Mr. Luan, sitting across from you.

Franco's expression showed his disbelief and frustration, and he was clearly embarrassed that the troublesome young woman sitting in front of him was none other than his own wife. With thinning patience and a carefully controlled tone, he issued a command.

”Put your foot down.” He stated firmly, not accepting disobedience.

Seeing Franco's stern command, you rolled your eyes and defiantly ignored his order. You continued to keep your feet planted on the table.

”Nah, I'm good,” you replied coolly, nonchalantly taking a drag from your cigarette.

”I said, put your foot down,” he repeated firmly, his voice a bit louder this time, hoping that his authoritative tone would make you finally listen.

Your defiant behavior only continues. You lean back casually, taking a final drag from your cigarette before extinguishing it on Mr. Luan's desk. Franco's patience finally reached its limit, and in one swift moment, he lost control. He slammed his fist into the wall behind him without turning around, the impact shattering it with a thunderous crash.

”GET YOUR FOOT DOWN NOW!” Franco roared, his voice shaking with rage.

You visibly flinched at Franco's explosive outburst, quickly lowering your feet from the table and stuffing the cigarette butt into your jacket pocket. Seeing your compliance, Franco took a moment to compose himself and straighten his suit.

He turned to Mr. Luan and reassured him, ”Don't worry, I'll take care of any damages.” Franco moved closer and sat down beside you before addressing Mr. Luan and adding sarcastically, ”Let's begin the meeting, or should we skip straight to expelling my wife from this campus?”