But this cat... it doesn't look quite like a cat, does it,He kept staring at the white tiger like that, and it felt uneasy. It struggled to burrow into Yang Fan's arms, whimpering "~" It was scared.,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.。