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On the rug, a little boy about two and a half years old sat quietly, building a block house. After placing a few blocks, he would glance at Lin Wan.,He Minmin scoffed, "Who knows, maybe this child…" was abandoned But that was too hurtful, so He Minmin didn't say it out loud.,In this age where even doing good deeds requires careful consideration for potential harm, who would dare to lend a helping hand without knowing the full situation, risking being ensnared in a carefully crafted trap by malicious individuals。