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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,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.,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.。