Sky Moore was painting in the studio, with Mrs. Johnson squeezing paints for him. The four or five-year-old child couldn't hold the brush very steadily, and his paintings turned out quite rough, but Mrs. Johnson was satisfied with everything she saw. Seeing how earnestly Sky was painting, she kept on showering him with praises.
After painting for over half an hour, Sky felt a bit tired. As soon as he put down his brush, Mrs. Johnson walked over to give him a shoulder massage. She must have touched a sore spot because he suddenly let out a muffled grunt of pain.
"What's wrong, Sky?" Mrs. Johnson exclaimed in shock, quickly letting go and looking at the child's pale face, "Did grandma pinch you too hard?"
Sky held back for a while before shaking his head, his voice soft and milky, "Sky's a bit sleepy, wants to go to bed."
Hearing him say this, Mrs. Johnson quickly called a servant to take Sky to his little room for a rest.
After Sky left, Tasha Moore walked in.
