lt;gt;The son of a w

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.,Tomorrow... He Minmin hesitated, wanting to say she would accompany him, but she had something to do tomorrow...,It's not that I don't want to be kind, but the price of doing good may be too high for me to bear.。