Yang Fan walked into the house with the white tiger cub in her arms. The cub snuggled in her embrace, its little head tilted up drowsily, its gaze fixed on her smooth jawline.,Yang Fan's gaze swept over Grandma Wu for a moment, then he walked into the house with the white tiger cub. There was still quite a bit of yellow paper that Sun Ping had given her last time, so she took out the yellow paper and ink from the cabinet.,This is the second time Wu Zhenghao has seen Yang Fan draw talismans, but Wu's grandmother is seeing it for the first time, her eyes full of disbelief.。