"Yes, sir! We guarantee the mission will be accomplished!"

**

In the hotel

Wang Yue'e quietly pulled a white sheet from under her bed and spread it on the floor.

"Look, isn't this a ready-made white cloth, sir!"

Zhang Baozhu sat on the bed and chuckled.

"Old woman, you really know how to manage a household. Why didn't I think of that?"

"What can you possibly think of with that brain of yours? Oh right, there's a pair of folding scissors in my bag. Take it out and I'll cut it in half."

"Where did you put it?"

"It's in the outermost pocket of the handbag."

Wang Yue'e picked up the scissors and swiftly cut the white bed sheet in half.

"Alright, let's start writing. What are we going to write?"

Wang Yue'e doesn't know many characters, so of course she can't write. This job can only be done by Zhang Baozhu, since he at least went to junior high school.

Zhang Baozhu squinted, unable to answer for a moment: what kind of content would be better to write?

Seeing that her husband remained silent, Wang Yue'e offered a suggestion first.

"How about we write 'I owe money and I have to pay it back'?"

Zhang Baozhu shook his head after hearing this.

"No, the terms for paying back the debt are too lenient. Besides, we're not asking for wages. We can't let that little brat get away with it so easily."

"Why not just write that Xia Enruo is an ungrateful, heartless wretch who abandons his parents in their time of need!"

Wang Yue'e laughed when she heard this; the content was good, much better than she had imagined.

"Yes, write this one, I think it's good."

Zhang Baozhu took out a calligraphy brush, dipped it in the newly bought ink, lay down on the floor, and began to write.

Although the handwriting is terrible, at least it was written.

Although Wang Yue'e couldn't read, she kept clapping and cheering as she saw her husband sweating profusely while writing.

"It's finished!"

Zhang Baozhu stood up and said with satisfaction.

The bed sheet, cut in half, was covered with writing.

"Everything is ready now. I'm just waiting to take it to that little brat's shop tomorrow and teach her a lesson."

Wang Yue'e picked up a bed sheet and held it in front of the window to let the wind blow it so that the ink would dry quickly.

"Get some rest early today, you have to stand all day tomorrow."