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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 looked at her watch, it was getting late, and she had other things to do. She said, "I'll go first then. Call me if you need anything.",But when changing the child's clothes, Lin Wan saw bruises of blue and purple on his skin, clear signs of abuse. Lin Wan thought, even if it was just a possibility, she had to take the child out. Perhaps one action could change the child's tragic fate.。