"No, I think I'm almost as well. I can't interfere with your work." She smiled, showing a coquettish look, crooked her head, like a schoolgirl. She knew I couldn't stand it. She grasped my weakness and refused to let go.

"There's nothing wrong with the company. I'm not sure you're in the house until you're fully recovered." I said.

"It's much better now. Isn't that why I'm busy with my work? What's more, when you walk behind me, I can't get involved in my work. First of all, I put work first, and I don't want you to delay work for me. You'd better go to work.

Eventually, I think...