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Below a glass wall, two youthful and beautiful children sat face to face on the ground, their expressions serious.,The little hand was still clutching Lin Wan's and refusing to let go.,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.。