The little white tiger swayed helplessly in the air, its small eyes filled with sorrow. Those hateful humans only know how to bully it!,Yang Fan's gaze swept over Grandma Wu for a moment, then he walked into the house with the white tiger cub. There was still quite a bit of yellow paper that Sun Ping had given her last time, so she took out the yellow paper and ink from the cabinet.,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.。