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.,Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.,She told Wu Zhenghao, “Send these two calming talismans to your aunt and second aunt. Take this one back to your father. This one is for Chenxi to send to her friend.”。