The curtains were pulled open, and blinding light flooded the room. Wang Taika lay sprawled on the sofa, instinctively shielding his eyes from the sun's glare with his hand as he looked at the figure standing by the window.,"Han py Why aren't you at work What are you still doing here" Wang Taika patted his head, trying to clear his mind a bit, but he still felt a throbbing headache.,Thus, at this very moment, Wang Taika was shouldering a camera and preparing to film a group of people.。