"Let's have dinner then. I'll change my clothes and come down again."

A few minutes later, Mojun sat at the dinner table at night, looking at a table full of dishes, not even interested in moving chopsticks.

"Master."

Chen Yue came up quietly. "Steamed bass is very fresh. Would you like to try it, young master?"

Mojun picked up his chopsticks at night and tasted them. His face changed a few times. He said, "Go, make a phone call."

"To whom?"

"Qin Fan and Fu Yunfei, ask them to come and have dinner with me."

"This time..." Chen Yu hesitated.

Mojun's face became more somber at night. "Call you to...