"So you're going to go find a job and then come back with a son" The short-haired girl was exasperated, her voice unconsciously rising a few decibels. "Lin Wan, you're twenty years old, not forty!",The child, An An, was quiet and didn't speak. But her big eyes clearly showed her joy, and she became even more focused on building her block house.,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。