Despite Madam Lu’s straightforward question, Lu Yuzhen still refused to answer. “What do you mean? I don’t get it.”
“Yuzhen, are you acting innocent? Stop pretending that you don’t understand what I mean. Come on, tell me. You stabbed yourself once, so can you still… get it up?” Madam Lu said the word without feeling any shame.
Lu Yuzhen frowned as his expression darkened. He honestly didn’t want to talk about it with his grandmother.
“Yuzhen, are you really impotent?” Madam Lu was despondent. She grabbed Lu Yuzhen’s arm and cried, “You’re still so young! Your wife is gone, and you don’t have a child. Are you going to remain single for the rest of your life? More importantly, I will never have a great grandson!”
Lu Yuzhen understood that his grandmother was genuinely sad, but he really didn’t have any reaction just now. Perhaps it was because he hadn’t recovered, or the servant was not Xia Micheng.
There were many women who might look like Xia Micheng, but they would never be her. Despite having dark eyes that resembled those of Xia Micheng, the servant’s gaze still lacked her vigor. Xia Micheng’s eyes were beautiful and crystal clear. Every look she gave was captivating and dazzling. No one could ever imitate her beauty. The servant was merely a counterfeit.