Fiona blushed in embarrassment and went out of the elevator.

"Uncle Ryan." Suddenly, Sarah called out when she saw Fiona walked out of the elevator.

"What? What's wrong? " Ryan turned around and smiled. Then he walked out of the elevator with Sarah in his arms.

Curling her little hands, Sarah said in a low voice, "Uncle Ryan, I want to have a private talk with you."

"Yes?" Ryan's eyes lit up. He also said in a low voice, "What do you want to say to me?"

With a smile, Sarah leaned over and whispered in his ear.

Fiona stood in front of the house and pushed a button and the door opened. The moment she turned around, she saw them, who seemed to be discussing something behind her. Smiling, she asked, "What are you talking with your uncle, Sarah?"

"Nothing!" Sarah answered immediately and moved away from Ryan's ear, innocently putting her hand behind her back, as if trying to hide something.

"Really?" Fiona raised her eyebrows and turned to look at Ryan. She saw a faint smile on his face and a hint of disbelief in his eyes. Fiona was even more confused and said, "Sarah always did something wrong and she would put her arms behind her back. What did she say to you?"

"This is our secret," With a smile, Ryan asked Sarah, "Right? Sarah? "

"Yes, it's a secret." Sarah nodded her head repeatedly.

Instead of asking more, Fiona opened the door with a click.

Swoosh——

But the moment she opened the door, she was forced to take a step back by the howling wind. The door slammed into the wall.

"What happened?" Surprised, Ryan walked to her and stood in front of her to protect her. The huge French window was completely open in the liv

out taking a shower here? I'll go and get you some clothes. I remember I've kept some clothes when Sophia brought George here last time. "

"No, I'm fine." Said Ryan with a faint smile on his face.

However, Fiona's hand that was grabbing his sleeve was still there. "Let me do something for you, okay? Hmm? "

Ryan took a deep look at Fiona and said, "If this is what you can respond to..." After a pause, Ryan suddenly loosened his tie and said with a smile, "Then I'll go and wash it. I'm totally wet. It's killing me."

With a relaxed smile, Fiona said, "I'm going to get you some clothes." Then she ran to the side bedroom happily.

In less than a minute, Fiona walked out of the bedroom, holding a pair of sport pants.

"What's wrong?" Asked Ryan.

"I have a poor memory." With a remorseful look, Fiona said, "George only left one of his pants here."

"……" Ryan was stunned and held the tie, not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry..." Lowering her head, Fiona kept apologizing.

"It doesn't matter." The voice of Ryan came with a smile, "Then I'll stay here tonight."