My wife went "camping" with her male friend ten times in a month. When I gave up, She panicked!

Every time before Sophia goes "camping", she always serves me a hearty meal the night before.

I know she has a big appetite.

To accommodate her, I work hard all night, trying my best to satisfy all her special preferences.

But the next day, she still takes three or five boxes of trial-sized products from the bedside table.

I'm not a fool. I know what this means.

But I thought she was just playing around, and everything would still revolve around our family.

Until she maxed out my credit card to buy six-figure camping equipment for her "best friend".

I finally couldn't take it anymore...