Yellow Spring Expres

Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.,"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude.",Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.。