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Su Wanwan sat on the office chair with a cloth bag bigger than herself in her small hands, waving her little legs in the air one by one.,Murky eyes, seemingly holding a trace of resentment, gazed forlornly at the mottled stones ahead.,Following his gaze, about seven or eight paces away, a gaunt vulture was pecking at the carcass of a wild dog. It occasionally looked around with vigilance.。