Yellow Spring Expres

"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude.",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.,Grandma Wu said, "This one is for Qingqing. You can send it to Qingqing together."。