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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.,The baby hugged Lin Wan's neck, rubbing her face against Lin Wan's with a thin, yellowish face. Her unusually large eyes curved slightly.,It doesn't matter if the location is a bit off, as long as the company is good.。