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.,"Master, your cat..." She opened her mouth to compliment Yang Fan's cat for being pretty, but Wu Zhenghao, who was following behind, interrupted her and gave her a wink.,Yang Fan stared intently as he put the talisman paper into the small lucky bag, pondering whether he should buy some of these lucky bags for himself too.。