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"So you're going to go find a job and then come back with a son" The short-haired girl was exasperated, her voice unconsciously rising a few decibels. "Lin Wan, you're twenty years old, not forty!",Lin Wan's gaze remained on the child. Seeing the child look over, she smiled encouragingly and praised, "Good job, baby!",Several news stories about young children being brutally murdered in remote areas flashed through Lin Wan's mind. He instinctively clutched his resume, glancing left and right. Seeing that there were only one or two people passing by on electric bikes, he lowered his head and hurried across the street.。