"How long has it been?" At this time, in the hall seat of the Stark family, Tony's face was very solemn, holding a cup in one hand, savoring it carefully. It seemed relaxed, but the expression on his face showed everything.

"Half a month!"

"Half a month!" With a long sigh, Tony Stark had a feeling of exhaustion. It's been half a month since the blink of an eye. As I said earlier, people like Li Tian have only one choice, that is, to kill this guy thoroughly. It's very important for them to have such short-hand information. Of course, they don't want to see some headaches and make people...