"Don't explain; just tell me if you said it in the end or not."
Yang Yi and Anton were sitting face to face at a dining table.
Anton had a look of contempt as if he had already seen through Yang Yi's mind, while Yang Yi was fiddling with the steak on his plate with a knife and fork, lowering his head without speaking.
"So you still didn't say anything, right?"
Yang Yi sighed softly and said, "I... I... I really don't know how to start."
Anton shook his head with disdain and said, "You, a spy, can't even break up with a woman? You are by far the worst spy I've ever seen, and people will laugh at you, honestly."
Yang Yi let out a long sigh this time, then said in a low voice, "What should I do? What can I do? I... f**k!"
