It angrily swatted with its little paws in protest, but Yang Fan remained expressionless as he held it up for a lesson. "These chicks and ducklings are raised by me for my own consumption. If you dare to eat them or kill them, I will stew you.","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.",The little white tiger stared blankly at Yang Fan, thinking to himself, "This human is actually quite good."。