A month or so could feel both slow and fast.
Before long, it was the day of Little Morgan's birthday banquet.
That afternoon, Lin Feng stood at the entrance of his villa in casual clothes, helplessly waiting for the others in the house to finish getting ready so they could head to the banquet together.
"Are you done yet?!!!" Lin Feng shouted.
"Almost! We'll be ready soon!" Susan's voice came from inside.
Soon my ass. It had already been an hour. Lin Feng rolled his eyes lifelessly. This was the third time he had asked.
As far as Lin Feng remembered, women always had to dress up before going out, presenting themselves in their best possible state. Susan and Wanda were no exception, and even the two little ones, Lin Jili and Martina, were choosing what to wear that night.
The back-and-forth left Lin Feng waiting in utter torment.
Another half hour later, Susan and the others finally finished preparing, and the group set off for the banquet venue.
"Lin, didn't Tony ask you to wear your Superman outfit?"
Susan sat in the back seat, looking puzzled by Lin Feng's casual attire.
Tony had put his call to Lin Feng on speakerphone. He had wanted Lin Feng to attend in his Superman suit.
"Superman outfit my ass. Don't listen to his nonsense!"
Wear the Superman suit to a banquet? That would be embarrassing as hell.
Tony's intention was to let everyone know that Superman was Little Morgan's godfather.
But as long as Lin Feng took off his ring, he would no longer block ordinary people from seeing him, and they would be able to recognize him easily.
So why the hell would he wear the Superman suit? Was he supposed to put on a Superman-versus-Iron Man show for the guests?