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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 didn't get angry either. From the moment she picked up the baby, she hadn't heard the baby speak.,To say nothing of the fact that it's so remote and deserted, how could a young child dare to commute alone every day。