In his view, the old lady has no particular preference.
As long as there are great-grandchildren, she doesn't care whether they're boys or girls.
"Relax, don't put pressure on yourself," he patted her shoulder and said with a smile, "Who said girls can't inherit the family business?"
Tracy furrowed her brow lightly, then relaxed. She also smiled and said foolishly, "That's true. Many families are inherited by women, and there's even the queen!..."
"Silly girl." The man pinched her nose.
She felt like she couldn't breathe and patted him forcefully. Lorraine Hanson guessed and released her, his long arm suddenly wrapping around her waist, pulling her tightly against his chest.
The man's body was firm, his breath scorching. Tracy's cheeks turned slightly red, her breath held back, and she suddenly started to feel nervous. She quickly closed her eyes, lowered her neck, and buried her head in his chest, unconsciously adding more force to his waist.
