"Yeah, woman, wait a moment, let me finish painting the sun." He let go of Enna Clark's hand and ran to the canvas. From the array of children's paint, he precisely selected yellow, dipped his water pen in a little, and painted it on the canvas. A round sun appeared on the paper.
Enna Clark had never thought he would have such artistic talent. She bent down in surprise and moved in closer to him, her bright eyes glistening, "Darling, how about I send you to painting class?"
Maybe Bobby Clark could become a world-famous painter in the future.
Tobias Clark furrowed his little brow, turned his head, and unexpectedly turned down her offer, "No, I don't want to learn painting."
"Don't you like painting? I think your painting is very good." Enna Clark doesn't understand.
