The pig's trotter objected to taking the blame.
Shirley Thorne was so mortified by the tycoon's discourse on fatherhood that her face flushed beet red and her head spun.
'Damn it!'
The topic of preparing for pregnancy was already so embarrassing she wanted to crawl under the table. Great, now they were adding parenting advice to the mix. 'Does this mean I'm actually expected to get pregnant in the future?'
'God, no!'
She subconsciously grabbed the chopsticks sticking out of the pig's trotter and raised them for a huge bite.
'To hell with my image, I'm gonna eat!'
If she were to be scared to death by this tycoon one day without having had a single bite of pig's trotter, she would die with eternal regret.
And so, she just didn't care anymore.
'But… so that's what the tycoon meant!'
Perhaps the nutrients from the pig's trotter had provided an emergency boost to her brain, because Shirley Thorne finally understood why the tycoon had deigned to engage.
