What Should I Do?

When Shen Zhilie saw Ye Qianqian's response, it further affirmed his conjecture that it was highly possible that was what she thought in her heart.

With his teeth clenched, Shen Zhilie was beside himself with rage. His hands balled up into fists as he slammed the table and roared out in a low voice, "Ye Qianqian, what am I to you?"

While Shen Zhilie's voice was not loud, the one solid punch he gave to the table was.

Many people around them turned to look over. When Ye Qianqian's eyes scanned across the people around them, she felt her face burn up. She pulled Shen Zhilie's arm and chided, "What are you doing? Do you want everyone to know we're in an argument?"

"Well, then tell me what you mean!" Shen Zhilie's expression continued to remain dark, but he lowered his voice slightly. "Let's put it this way. You have wanted to break up with me a long time ago, so the incident with Fang Tongtong is merely an excuse."