The backyard behind the house was divided into three areas by a fence. One area was piled with weeds cleared from the mountain, one area was for the chicks to run around in, and a small area was for the ducklings.,Hearing the sound of a stranger, the white tiger's first reaction was to run, but it was still held in Yang Fan's hand. No matter how hard it struggled, it couldn't escape.,"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."。