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...