"Mr. Hong, thank you!!"
Peter's gratitude overflowed with excitement. His little hands clutched the Iron Man model tightly, and with the signature on its back, he could barely tear his eyes away from it.
Hong Fei lightly ruffled his hair. "No need to be polite. As long as you like it. You've already received your reward, so you need to keep studying hard from now on, understand?"
"Mm!"
"Alright, go back. I'm leaving. I'll come see you again when I have time."
Peter's smile froze, but he quickly forced another one. "Okay, I'll wait for you."
"Mm."
After walking over a thousand meters back to the parking lot, Samuel was still lying obediently in the passenger seat.
Hong Fei did not say much and headed straight for the airport.
He had no interest in considering what Samuel was thinking. He only felt that he might not have understood Stark as well as he had imagined.
That Iron Man model was more than just a model.
Through his energy senses, Hong Fei saw that there was more to it.
It had a camera, a recording device, a tracking chip, and perhaps other things Hong Fei did not recognize.
Tony had indeed begun to suspect him—or rather, he had never truly trusted him from the start.
How should he put it?
Just as expected of him.
A man's intuition could be quite accurate at times.
However, Tony definitely had not expected Hong Fei to be getting the autograph for Peter, so his preparations naturally came to nothing.
Still, leaving that thing with Peter might allow this famous father-and-son pair with no blood relation to come together sooner. That was not a bad thing.
Mm, when Tony died in the future, maybe he would leave Peter a little more inheritance.
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