There seems to be something wrong with my tenant

Howard subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Tony's relaxed and calm voice.

Perhaps it was because the heart that had been hanging for several hours finally fell, and the verbal lesson that Howard should have said to Tony also turned into a plain greeting: "Tony, it's me."

Hearing his father's voice suddenly, Tony's hands trembled, and he almost accidentally knocked over the ice cream he just received.

"Dad, why did you think of calling me?" Tony was a little surprised. He clearly saw that the caller ID was Mr. Landlord.

Howard was rarely embarrassed by his son's question.

He has never had many personal contacts with Tony, and most of them ended in quarrels between the two.Suddenly talking so calmly, Howard didn't know what to say.

Samuel had already stepped aside sensibly, as if he suddenly became very interested in the disorganized arrangement of items on the desk.

Howard turned around and coughed dryly, his voice lowered unconsciously: "Can't I call you if I'm fine?"

At the same time, the genius inventor was thinking quickly about what common topics he and his son should talk about.

Blocked by Howard's words, Tony had no choice but to say: "Okay, you can call anytime—"

In Tony's more than ten years of memory, the number of times Howard took the initiative to contact him is really very few.

You know, even on the birthday of a certain year, Howard sent him with a gift and a note-this made Tony very puzzled at the time, how could his father have so many more important things than his son To do it, so that he can't even miss his birthday.

Of course, Tony still complained about this now, but he was also used to Dad's busy state.

Tony thinks it's good for the two to not see each other from time to time, it's better than criticizing him from head to toe once they meet each other.

Howard thought of the investigation report he got not long ago, "I heard you made friends?"

"Mom told you?" Tony glanced at Sherlock, who stepped aside and responded.

Howard was very suspicious of that guy of unknown origin. After getting his son's affirmative answer, he was dissatisfied: "Even if you make friends, you should keep your eyes open, and don't recognize any messy people..."

"What's a mess?"

Tony was still thinking about why Howard suddenly thought of caring about him, because his relationship with him was not pleasing to the eye again.

The father and son quarreled again without saying a few words, and in the end they broke up unhappy.

Samuel quietly pretended that he didn't exist, and accidentally heard the family conflicts between Stark and his son, and he missed the happy time with 413 watching dog-blood dramas carefree.

Howard rubbed his forehead, which was throbbing with veins from Tony's words, and sighed in his heart, the older the child, the harder it is to manage.

Over there, Tony looked at the display of the hung up phone, and angrily ate a large piece of ice cream in one bite.

"Argued with your father?"

"Okay, Sherlock, don't show off your scouting ability at this time."

Tony waved his hand tiredly, as if this would take away the trouble of Howard arguing with him.

However, if Sherlock could listen to others, then he wouldn't be Sherlock.

Even seeing Tony's annoyed and tired expression, he still said rationally and indifferently: "This doesn't require reasoning at all. In fact, we can hear almost every sentence you said to your father just now."

Sherlock raised his chin to gesture to Jason who was silent at the side.

Jason, who was suddenly named, was speechless: "Uh... I didn't do it on purpose, you know... I actually came here later."

After weakly defending himself, Jason glared at the little bastard Sherlock: Don't drag me into the water too!

Overhearing someone else's family quarrel, Jason didn't know how to comfort him.He didn't have a position, and he didn't have much experience to do this—if he insisted, in Jason's previous experience, he was in a position of being suppressed unilaterally.

Seeing that Tony's already unfriendly expression became worse because of Sherlock's few words, Jason had to rack his brains and try to find countermeasures in his poor language talent.

"Actually, you don't have to be so sad, maybe all the fathers in the world are so strong...?"

With hesitation that he didn't know, Jason tried his best to comfort Tony: "If you want to know, my... adoptive father, he is much more than your father, and he...maybe it's a good intention."

Like a cat trying to swallow a furball, Jason forced himself to say something nice about Bruce—an idea he once believed in.

Tony could hear Jason's reassurance. Although there was hardly anything to be happy about, he still gave Jason a face-saving smile: "The father is as black as the world, isn't it?"

Jason looked at Tony and thought silently: No, your father is definitely not as black as the old bat-his battle armor is black from head to toe.

"While that sounds touching, I mean the part where you got into an argument with your father about me—"

Atmosphere Destruction King Sherlock didn't care about the double glaring at all, as if he didn't know that there is enough time in the world, he still talked to himself: "But if you want to know, Mr. Stark— I mean, your father, he's probably worried about your safety."

"Our landlord must be being invited by Mr. Stark, otherwise he wouldn't be calling you on Samuel's cell phone."

"He cared about you so much that not long after your location information disappeared, he found Samuel himself," Sherlock said without sincerity, "Poor Samuel."

"As for me, Tony, although we all know the secret of 413 now, from your father's point of view, I'm afraid it is a den of criminals who kidnapped his son, and I—"

Sherlock pointed at himself: "I am an unidentified person with superb acting skills who deliberately lured you, a pure male college student."

For a while, the three of them fell silent.

Tony was shocked by Sherlock's reasoning, especially his last sentence, and it took him a long time to find his voice: "You mean, my father installed a positioning system on me?"

Jason: Is that the point?

Sherlock asked back with a look of course: "Of course, otherwise, how do you think your mother knew you moved to 413?"

Seeming to be an afterthought that Tony needs to be comforted in this situation, Sherlock said politely in line with social etiquette: "It's okay, I have it on me too, and you took it apart for me yourself."

Tony: "..."