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.,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.,Without her needing to signal, Wu Zhenghao by the side carefully reached out with both hands and took over the drawn talisman. Yang Fan immediately drew a second one.。