Mo Sinian came over and seeing her gazing intensely at the door, consoled her, "Don't worry, Xiaochen will get better soon."
Meng Xi'er rubbed her reddened eyes, turned her head to look at him, and nodded lightly, "Hmm."
"Have you had breakfast yet?"
"Not yet."
"I heard that some guests arrived on the island recently, and the mayor has asked you to translate for them. When is that happening?"
"At noon."
Mo Sinian checked the time and patted her shoulder, "Let's go. Let me treat you to breakfast."
The town didn't have any Chinese food available, and only a cafe was open early in the morning. Mo Sinian ordered her some bread and pastries, and a brown sugar macchiato for himself.
"You…" Meng Xi'er noticed he wasn't eating anything and looked at him in confusion.
"I've had my breakfast." Mo Sinian smiled, "I'm just keeping you company."
