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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.,Lin Wan immediately walked back. As she passed a secluded alley in the village, she saw several men who clearly weren't good people seeming to be searching for something.,Lin Wan clutched her heart and hurried out. Seeing the bustling commercial street in the largest village complex, she finally relaxed.。