Yellow Spring Expres

Yang Fan let out a mocking laugh, wickedly swinging it in the air. “Go on, go on.”,Wu Zhenghao came back to his senses and noticed the other person's displeasure. He immediately shifted his gaze and apologized.,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.。