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.,“At least my brother has climbed the Mount Everest ladder, crossed the desert of death, entered the depths of Antarctica, and even been to the mysterious jungles of the tropical rainforest! But now it's the age of entertainment to death!” Wang Taika changed to a more comfortable position: "As the saying goes, entertainment to death, I am the first one to be killed by it!"。