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 head was glaring with anger, her eyes blazing like steel. How could Lin Wan, a helpless young woman, dare to snatch the child right under the noses of the human traffickers,In this age where even doing good deeds requires careful consideration for potential harm, who would dare to lend a helping hand without knowing the full situation, risking being ensnared in a carefully crafted trap by malicious individuals。