Jian Yanyan laughed, "I know, I know all of this. He's just that kind of person, doing things for others without admitting it, and stubbornly denying it. He's a good person."
"So, do you two want to try being together? I've never seen our President Su act like this for anyone, really." Linda finished bandaging Jian Yanyan's wound, then grabbed a broom to sweep up the glass on the floor, and picked up a cloth to wipe the floor clean. The kettle and cups had spilled water everywhere, leaving the floor slippery.
With the cloth, she cleaned up the shattered glass and also tidied up the floor.
Jian Yanyan watched Linda do all this and felt a bit guilty. She said, "Look at that, having a big secretary like you cleaning my room really makes me feel bad. How about I treat you to a meal once my foot heals."
After thinking for a moment, she added, "No, no, as long as I have a wheelchair, I can cook."
