It was the height of the lunch rush.
Encased in his heavy armor, Iron Man forced his way through the dense crowd with difficulty before finally arriving in front of the two of them.
He took a seat beside "Little Clark Kent," his gaze swiftly sweeping back and forth between this peculiar pair of "adoptive father and son."
"JARVIS…"
The shock on Tony's face grew more pronounced as he quietly called out to JARVIS.
They looked far too alike—so much so that it was impossible not to let one's thoughts wander in dangerous directions.
[JARVIS: Sir, according to system-based simulation analysis.]
[JARVIS: Comparing Mr. Renjie's photographs from his youth with this boy, the resemblance exceeds 97%.]
[JARVIS: From a genetic standpoint, there is a high probability that the two share a blood relationship.]
JARVIS's conclusion caused Tony to freeze in place once more.
Tony had always kept a close eye on Renjie, using every channel available to investigate the man's past.
Renjie was only twenty-four years old.
And yet the child standing before him was already ten.
For once, the notorious playboy felt his mind go blank—his scalp practically tingling.
If this were true…
Then the child's mother might be facing serious prison time.
"Why are you here?"
Renjie frowned, his expression turning openly hostile as he questioned him.
He and Tony Stark were hardly friends—if anything, they were rivals.
Moreover
At such a critical moment,
Tony's sudden appearance here was, at the very least, abnormal.
In truth,
Renjie was overthinking it.
Tony was here purely out of concern.
Renjie had saved his life—more than once.
In Tony's heart, Renjie had already become a genuine friend.
Tony wasn't someone who expressed himself well, but he had a habit of quietly watching over others.
Renjie had returned without a word—and not only that, he had adopted a child who looked eerily similar to the version of himself who had once been terminally ill.
No matter what, Tony needed to have a proper talk with Renjie.
Casually, Tony grabbed a donut and stuffed it into his mouth, taking huge bites.
He'd been in such a rush on the way here that he hadn't even had time for lunch—crossing from one end of the world to the other in just a few hours.
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