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.,Wu Zhenghao looked carefully at the white tiger in Yang Fan's arms. The more he looked, the more he felt it was like... a real tiger.,"Grandma Wu looked at Yang Fan again, "Master, let's buy some more fruit."。