In the hotel.
Soft piano music began to play, soothing and sleep-inducing.
But Tom couldn't sleep at all. He stared with wide-open eyes at Du Wei, who was using his laptop to play the music while sitting on the couch, his expression on the verge of collapse.
Honestly speaking.
Tom could party in the Red Light District for several days and nights, and even after coming out and doing high-intensity work, he wouldn't feel any problem.
But away from the Red Light District and without any direct work, he simply couldn't hold up without sleep.
Now it was past five in the morning, and there was still a long time before daylight, as the sun wouldn't rise until after eight o'clock in Poland due to the time difference.
About ten minutes earlier, as soon as Du Wei returned to the hotel, he started searching through lullabies on his laptop, one after another.
"Dude, let's search again tomorrow, I really can't take it anymore, I'm begging you, all I want is to sleep now!"
