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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's heart skipped a beat, she felt a chill run down her spine. She would rather have Lin Wan be selfish than what she was now.,If we can't find it, none of us will get a penny...。