"Um~ Um~" Fiona closed her eyes, savoring the gentle touch of the white-haired, middle-aged man.
For some reason, his touch reminded her of her daddy's, making her instinctively grasp his hand tightly.
With a look of innocent curiosity, she softly asked the middle-aged man, "Uncle, could you lift me up?"
Charlotte, Iris, and Stella's eyes widened in astonishment at her words.
"Fiona, what are you doing? You can't ask that; it's very rude," Charlotte scolded, shaking her head and fixing Fiona with a stern look.
Charlotte thought asking a stranger to carry her was incredibly rude, especially since the middle-aged man had already been so helpful. She feared Fiona's request might offend or anger him.
However, the middle-aged man responded with a smile and a slight nod to Fiona's request.
"It's okay. I don't mind," he said calmly, casting a gentle glance at Charlotte.
