Hearing the sound of a stranger, the white tiger's first reaction was to run, but it was still held in Yang Fan's hand. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape.,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.,She thought that the master's paintings required bathing, changing clothes, setting up an altar and chanting incantations. Unexpectedly, the other party just took out yellow paper and started painting.。