It was strange, but as Yang Fan comforted her, the agitated little white tiger gradually calmed down, but its small paws held onto his clothes tightly.,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.,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.。