Yellow Spring Expres

Its small reaction was quite interesting, Yang Fan couldn't help but want to tease it some more. Suddenly, someone spoke behind him.,"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.",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.。