The alarm clock rang and Owen Travis got up from the bed slowly.
First, he was sleepy, and second, he had been leaning against the bed to edit the script last night, and his waist muscles were sore. He went to the bedroom next door, the door was wide open, and the blanket on the bed was bulging.
There was morning mist outside the window, and Owen Travis called out, "Get up."
The person on the bed didn't respond. Owen Travis didn't say much. He walked to the bed and kicked him directly.
Ruan Feng groaned under the blanket, rolled over, and came out with a mess on his head: "What time is it..."
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