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Lin Wan's child squinted their almond-shaped eyes.,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.,As soon as the car left the village and merged onto the highway, Lin Wan was drenched in sweat and trembling.。