As if aware, she lowered her head to glance at it, a faint smile playing on her lips, gently stroking its little head.,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.。