Yang Fan not only didn't let go of it, but hugged it tightly in his arms, "Why are you running away",The little white tiger stared blankly at Yang Fan, thinking to himself, "This human is actually quite good.",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.。