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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.,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,As the result was about to detour around a pile of trash, it inadvertently saw a pair of eyes belonging to a child hidden inside.。