It was really just a simple nap. Allen Peterson's fatigue had not completely dissipated, and the first ray of sunshine in the morning had already shone on his face.
After wiping his face, Allen Peterson walked out of bed without waking Ava Smith.
On the sofa on the first floor, Chu Xiuzhu is swallowing a red cigarette. From the ashtray on the table, he hasn't slept all night.
"Uncle, what's the matter with you?"
Chu Xiuzhu looked at Allen Peterson and sighed: "I’m old, it's not easy to fall asleep."
Allen Peterson smiled and shook his head: "uncle, in my opinion, you are not unable to sleep, but something in your heart. Is it because of the person's name last night?"
Chu Xiuzhu has been absent-minded since he heard the name of the person in Lu Anbo'ts mouth. He has no momentum of the superior.
Chu Xiuzhu looked at Allen Peterson in surprise and nodded with a bitter smile: "yes, it's because of him. To tell the truth, I can't sleep well even if he is over Ding Yan."