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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's gaze remained on the child. Seeing the child look over, she smiled encouragingly and praised, "Good job, baby!",Then seeing the terror in those eyes, worse than fear, a choked cry caught in his throat.。