Qiao Yin's movements halted as she was eating. No wonder her meal was packed in a separate lunch box and was different from the others'; she had thought it was a special meal prepared by the Old Madam because she was injured, but it turned out to be from Lu Lingche.
She lowered her head, and her actions quickly returned to normal, "Why is it him again?"
"You're injured, and he's worried about you."
"He knows how to worry about others?"
"He didn't use to, but lately, it seems like he's come around. Anyway, I've never seen Second Brother prepare lunch for someone else. He's so cold and indifferent, he wouldn't bother if someone starved in front of him. But he made lunch for you, isn't that caring?"
Qiao Yin didn't respond but recalled some of the small interactions she had with Lu Lingche in the past.