Mu Yunfeng had wanted to ask Mo Boyuan to go out for dinner initially. But when he entered the room, Mo Boyuan was sitting in silence, his mind elsewhere.
"Eh, what a rare sight! What was it that could make you look so disturbed?" It was nearly impossible—in the eyes of Mu Yunfeng, he was definitely a god-like existence.
"What's the matter?"
"Didn't you know the time? It's late. Do you wanna get dinner?"
After Mu Yunfeng's reminder, Mo Boyuan had looked at the time—it was already 6.30 p.m., and he was slightly surprised. Then, he nodded at Mu Yunfeng. "Let's go."
Usually, the two would only contact each other on the phone. All Mo Boyuan and Mu Yunfeng talked about was work. The last time they had dinner together was probably a year ago.
