Lu Lingche knew, however, that Qiao Jiasen's secret was not small; in fact, it was quite significant.
He did not tell Qiao Yin not because he truly feared Qiao Jiasen would hate him, but because he knew that even if he told Qiao Yin, it would not help; it would only add to her endless worries.
All he could do was to ensure, as much as possible and in private, that people kept an extra watch on Qiao Jiasen, ensuring he did not lose his life.
After a while, Lu Lingche asked Qiao Yin again, "I saw Gu Jing downstairs. What did he want with you?"
Qiao Yin glanced at him, "Have you turned detective by staying downstairs? How do you even know Gu Jing came?"
"On the second day of the New Year, there are hardly any people at the hospital. Gu Jing and his car are so conspicuous, it would be hard not to notice."
Lu Lingche was no longer worried about Gu Jing harboring any inappropriate thoughts toward Qiao Yin. Although Gu Jing was a playboy, he still had his limits.