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 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.,Of the seven talismans, Grandma Wu left two: one for herself and one for Wu Chenxi.。