Yang Fan was already quick, and with Li Wenlin's help, the two quickly finished weaving the bamboo stool and fence.,"It doesn't like strangers staring at it like that," Yang Fan said, still soothing the white tiger in his hand. He raised his eyes to look at Wu Zhenghao, his gaze carrying a hint of authority and unwavering conviction, his voice remaining calm. "Staring at it like that is somewhat rude.",Grandma Wu said, "This one is for Qingqing. You can send it to Qingqing together."。