It writhed restlessly, eager to escape. Suddenly, a warm and strong hand rested on its spine, soothing it with gentle strokes.,Grandma Wu was waiting in the front yard, and when she saw that she was holding a white tiger cub in her arms, her eyes lit up. The master's pet is really cute.,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.。