Tony Stark's Call

It was still a high-rise building, its yellowish streetlights glowing above the streets. In the middle of the night, there were hardly any people around.

The occasional passersby hurried along.

This was a residential area, not too far from the somewhat busier commercial streets. Perhaps the neighboring streets were livelier, but this place was much quieter.

For some reason, the more impoverished an area was, the livelier it became at night, with homeless people visible everywhere on the streets.

By contrast, areas where housing prices were somewhat higher were much more peaceful. Even the homeless were unwilling to come to places like this.

Yet even though it was the middle of the night, the light in Peter's room was still on.

A somewhat slender figure could be seen sitting at the desk, still looking at something.

Peter had gotten a larger room, and he was even a little unaccustomed to it.

The room was still somewhat messy, with quite a few unopened boxes filled with odds and ends from the move.

Peter and May had only just moved in. Moving was no easy task. May had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, but Peter was still studying.

Although Leo was several dozen meters from Peter's room, with walls between them, he could still make out the study materials spread across Peter's desk.

Most of them were old books. The computer on the desk was also an old machine Leo had discarded in the past, which Jenny had given to May.

Although Leo and Peter had known each other for a long time, and Jenny and May could be considered good friends, that did not mean they would help Peter become part of a wealthy family.

Or rather, Jenny had once considered giving May some money to improve her life, but May