On the way home, Lu Lingche couldn't help but ask Lu Shengqing, "Brother, why haven't you had dinner so late?"
Lu Shengqing shook his head somewhat helplessly, "It's all because of that girl Qiao Yin. I meant to invite her to dinner after she finished her work as a way to thank her for saving my life, a deed I've yet to properly express my gratitude for. Who knew that right after she finished, she'd say something came up and had to leave first. I didn't get a chance to treat her and it looks like I'll have to invite her again tomorrow."
"Sigh, she's just like you in some ways, a workaholic who values her job more than life itself. But I remember that she wasn't like this before!"
Hearing that his brother hadn't been able to have dinner with Qiao Yin, Lu Lingche felt inexplicably a bit better.
Darkness crept within, and he wished he could ask the driver to stop the car so he could get out and find Qiao Yin, who probably hadn't had dinner either. He wanted to have dinner with her.
