Chapter 166 The Meaning of the Painting

"Uncle, I have to work now." Chicago looked at Darwin and, plucking a small flower from her braid, took Darwin's large hand and placed the flower in his palm, "This is a little flower for you."

Darwin's heart was suddenly filled with an indescribable sentiment.

After offering the flower, Chicago ran off toward the manager.

Wendy looked gratefully at Darwin, "Thank you, Sir!"

"Don't get left behind by your boss." Darwin said as he stood up, immediately putting on a stern expression.

Wendy, intimidated by him, quickly rushed to follow.

Darwin watched Chicago's small figure vanishing into the crowd, then looked down at the flower in his hand.

"I remember now, isn't this the little girl from the hospital that day?" Lilian's voice broke Darwin's train of thought.

Darwin closed his hand around the flower and looked back at the two paintings.

With so many questioning her talent, would anyone buy her paintings?

If no one bought them, she would surely be heartbroken.

"Let's go to the auction."