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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 chuckled, “Alright, there’s no need to see me off. The child truly can’t be away from you for a moment.” Someone uninformed would think Lin Wan was the biological mother.,To say nothing of the fact that it's so remote and deserted, how could a young child dare to commute alone every day。