Moreover, he would never make the same mistake twice.
"Mommy, there's an uncle over there who paints so well." Xia Ziqian ran back after feeding the pigeons, panting and speaking with an adorable expression.
In this square, there were indeed many painters. Some merely painted for their own amusement, capturing the various forms of pigeons, while others painted portraits of passersby for money.
Ou Chengtian smiled and said, "Ziqian, do you want to learn to paint as well?"
Xia Ziqian nodded earnestly, "I want to be as talented as that uncle."
"Then, shall I find a teacher to teach you how to paint tomorrow? As long as Ziqian wants to learn, Ou Chengtian will certainly provide full support.
His son would definitely not be ordinary, he wouldn't force him to learn anything, it all depends on what he likes personally.
Ou Chengtian believed in his own good genes. No matter what Xia Ziqian chose to learn, he would surely accomplish something. He wasn't worried about it at all.
