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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.,“What's there to love about that awful documentary Last time you came back from the rainforest, your face was swollen from bee stings and customs almost didn't let you back in. You're not making a documentary here, even extreme sports athletes don't risk their lives like you do. Tell me, besides all these scars, what else have you gained”。

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