Yellow Spring Expres

The little white tiger instantly became obedient, running towards Yang Fan with a flattering smile.,Seeing her operate with one hand, Wu Zhenghao helpfully spread out the yellow paper on the table for her.,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.。