Don't Say So Much, You Just Want to Milk Superman

That voice was dripping with smugness.

Lin Feng turned his head and, sure enough, saw Tony's expression.

He looked so smug he was nearly on Deadpool's level. He was probably up to no good.

"I don't mind. It depends on what Little Morgan thinks."

Lin Feng said with a fake smile.

"Little Morgan will definitely be honored!" Tony's eyes lit up as he rubbed his hands together with a chuckle.

Little Morgan was still too young to understand what Superman represented, so it was up to her old father to handle it.

He absolutely could not miss this opportunity.

"So, do you have anything nice to give Little Morgan?"

The truth was finally revealed. Tony stated his purpose.

Lin Feng rolled his eyes. He knew Tony was about to start causing trouble.

"What could she possibly lack?"

"You're a filthy rich tycoon."

"It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say Little Morgan is already standing at the peak of life."

"As for personal safety, with four top-tier Symbiotes protecting her, is there anything on Blue Star that could threaten her?"

Tony's calculations were flying.

If someone else had the chance to make Superman their child's godfather, they would rather empty their entire fortune than let that opportunity slip away.

Yet Tony had the nerve to ask Lin Feng for gifts instead.

"You can't put it that way. By your East customs, she could call you her godfather too."

Even Stinger might not be able to pierce Tony's thick skin.

Still, Lin Feng understood what Tony meant.

There were fundamental differences between a godfather in the East and a godfather in the West.

In the East, a godfather generally referred to the father's close friend. It was a way to strengthen a relationship or demonstrate intimacy.

But given Easterners' emphasis on loyalty