"What would you do...?! No, exactly what can you do ...! Give these useless threats to someone else... because I don't give a shit about it...! And next time, don't ever bother to call my wife, if you want to fight, call me directly. " Speaking in a harsh tone, after speaking in a harsh tone he hung up.
Moomal kept looking at him in surprise. She was about to say something when the waiter brought their order.
"Let's eat." Ignoring Moomal's glare, Huzaifa held her arm and sat her down on her seat.
Everyone else sat down in their seats, watching with silence and suppressed smiles.
"By the way, what was he saying...?" When the waiter left after serving the food on the table, only Abrar dared to ask this question.
"The same thing, threatening." He said shrugging.
But Moomal did not like Huzaifa's answer.
