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.,Its small reaction was quite interesting, Yang Fan couldn't help but want to tease it some more. Suddenly, someone spoke behind him.,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.。