Zhang Tao stood there like a child who had done something wrong. Now, there really was no way to calmly sit down and eat; at first, it was manageable, but after hearing that phone call and the filthy words, I just felt that I definitely couldn't do it anymore. If I could still eat under these circumstances, I'd really have no conscience at all.
"How can you expect me to eat now, when you didn't speak up for me just now? If you had said a few good words on my behalf, cleared up that misunderstanding, I could've been happily eating here by now. But look where we are—just when I thought I could put one issue behind me, I'm faced with a second crisis. What am I supposed to do now?