As if aware, she lowered her head to glance at it, a faint smile playing on her lips, gently stroking its little head.,Seeing her operate with one hand, Wu Zhenghao helpfully spread out the yellow paper on the table for her.,Although surprised by Yang Fan's careless brushwork, as her pen fell, Grandma Wu felt a shift in the other person's aura. The runes she painted faintly shimmered with gold.。