Xiao Zilu stared wide-eyed at Li Dayu's signature and fingerprint, then grabbed his collar in despair: "When did you sign this damn thing?!"

Li Dayu stared at the document in disbelief: "When did I sign this?"

"You signed it last night," Tang Yu said indifferently. "Please recall carefully?"

Li Dayu was stunned: "Didn't I sign the bill for a massage service last night?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zilu exploded and slapped Li Dayu across the face: "So you went for a massage last night when we couldn't find you?"

"Wife, let me explain. It was just a standard hotel service!" Li Dayu covered his face. "I had been drinking at the time, and they made me sign a bill for 2,300 yuan."

“I called that Ah Hai, and he immediately transferred the money to me. I signed it in a daze.”

As Li Dayu spoke, his face grew increasingly ashen, and he slowly slumped from the sofa to the floor.

It turns out that everything was arranged from the day we picked them up and they changed their phones.

“Then let’s get a divorce now!” Xiao Zilu said as if she had made up her mind. “You’ll be in debt, and my son and I will live a life of luxury with you. You’ve made a contribution to this family.”

"No matter how hard things get, I can't let my son suffer."

At this moment, Li Han seemed to have just noticed Xiao Zilu's silly son, Li Kang, and exclaimed, "Brother!"

Li Han jumped up from the ground with delight, as if she had just discovered her prey, and said, "My brother is here too!"

"Judging by your age, you must be 26!"

One sentence made Xiao Zilu's heart skip a beat: "What are you going to do? He's an idiot! He can't help you!"