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.,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.,"Grandma Wu looked at Yang Fan again, "Master, let's buy some more fruit."。