"Exactly what is the reason? You need to make it clear to me," Xiao Grandma suddenly looked like she was not going to let Xiao Shuju off the hook, staring at her seriously and pressing her for an answer.
Xiao Shuju was so nervous that she broke out in a cold sweat all over, and then she raised her palm as if to slap herself, saying, "Grandma, it's all my fault."
"Your fault?" Xiao Grandma was taken aback.
"I don't know why, but I can't have children." Xiao Shuju was near tears—after all, she was the most anxious about not being able to conceive; it directly affected her.
"Haven't you gone to the hospital for a checkup? What, the doctors aren't good enough? Let your dad find you the best, the world's top experts. Aren't there many top professors at the Xiao family's hospital? If your dad won't handle it, I will!" Xiao Grandma said indignantly, as if her intervention alone would resolve the problem and Xiao Shuju could immediately provide her with a grandchild by tomorrow.
