In the public eye!

Everyone's eyes were filled with scrutiny and curiosity.

The reason why Du Sihui dared to play tricks and throw dirty water in ambiguous ways to save face was that she knew her sister Du Fanghua was a tongue-tied person who couldn't explain.

But now Wei Hong questioned her in public, which was equivalent to exposing everything to the sun.

Admitting that the "Qingfeng" series was her work was equivalent to saying that there was plagiarism in the competition, and Wei Hong would definitely ask her to provide evidence at that time.

But if she didn't admit it, she would be suspected of guiding others.

Everyone is not a fool, how could they be led by the nose all the time?

Wei Hong's move simply pushed her into a corner, and no matter what she chose, she would step into a deep pit.

For a while!

Du Sihui was so angry that her teeth were itching, and she felt extremely wronged.

This is her own son. She tore her face in public for an aunt and wanted to trample her under her feet. What sin did she do to give birth to such a son?

"Ms. Du!" The middle-aged female vice president of SK Group also smelled something wrong. She frowned and looked over, saying coldly: "Whose work is this, please tell me clearly!"

"This is indeed my sister's work. I said the wrong thing just now. I'm sorry." Du Sihui was in a dilemma and could only continue to act like a caring elder sister, and answered with a sigh of reluctance.

"Oh my god, I'm confused. Which sister's work is it?"

"Didn't the elder sister say it was the younger sister's?"

"But the elder sister looked aggrieved, and said that the younger sister had been a housewife for more than ten years and lived abroad. How could she design such an excellent Chinese style work?"

"I think the elder sister must have been forced to write for the younger sister, otherwise why would she feel so aggrieved!"

"Oh my god, the more you explain, the more confusing it is. What's going on?"

The audience was talking!

Everyone at the scene was also confused.

Only Wei Hong's mouth curled slightly to reveal a trace of contempt: "Okay! Since Ms. Du Sihui admitted that the "Qingfeng" series of works belonged to Ms. Du Fanghua, why did you deliberately lead everyone to think in a biased way just now? Don't rush to refute, anyone with a brain can understand your old green tea behavior."

"I'm not, I didn't..." Du Sihui's eyes were filled with tears, and she complained aggrievedly: "You are my own son, I raised you with great difficulty, is this how you see me?"

"Don't pretend to be aggrieved and disgusting, don't you know why I broke off relations with your Wei family?" Wei Hong was disgusted Sneered evilly: "Since you admit that the work is Ms. Du Fanghua's, then please explain why you are not happy for her, but instead act like you are wronged and misunderstand everyone?"

"Did you find that your sister, who has always been inferior to you since childhood, suddenly burst out with a stronger design talent than you, and easily trampled on your efforts for more than ten years."

"You can't bear this kind of blow, and you can't stand the contempt, ridicule, and sarcasm of your peers, so you deliberately mislead others to try to save face, making people mistakenly think that both works are your handiwork, right!"

Wei Hong questioned again and again!

He directly tore off Du Sihui's face.

Her face turned red, and her expression cracked for a moment.

The audience and the people present were not fools, and at this moment, they all looked at her with a hint of suspicion.

"No!" Now it was Du Sihui's turn to panic. She said helplessly: "It's not like that, don't frame me!"

"You know whether it's a frame-up or not!" Wei Hong raised his voice, looked around and said: "I guess the designers present don't want their hard-earned works to be slandered by a few words, right?"

As soon as these words came out, many people's faces changed suddenly.

You only know the pain when the knife stabs you.

The designers put themselves in Du Fanghua's situation and couldn't help but take a breath.

If they met an old green tea like Du Sihui, I'm afraid there would be no way to wash away the injustice.

"If I stand aside and watch today, no one will cheer for me when disaster strikes me in the future. This matter must be clarified!"

"Yes, Designer Du, please give us a reasonable explanation. Is Qingfeng your work? You keep saying it's not your work, why do you deliberately guide the audience's emotions?"

"Don't think about lying. We are not fools. Please face this problem!"

The designers present spoke out one after another.

The live broadcast room became more lively.

Millions of netizens were eating melons from a distance, and everyone was itching like a cat scratching.

"Oh, this scene is so good. A designer competition actually played tea art?"

"Hahaha, this Du Sihui is an old green tea at first glance. Her face must be ugly now!"

"Who said that? What if someoneWho knows if there is really something going on! "

"Even his own son has come out to testify, what else can he do?"

Netizens were discussing it!

Under the spotlight, Du Sihui's back was already wet with sweat.

She was full of regrets, secretly cursing herself for being so impulsive.

She looked at Wei Sheng, Wei Cailan and others for help, but they were still at a loss. Finally, she looked at Wei Hong, but only saw his cold and disgusted expression.

Du Sihui felt a pain in her heart, and subconsciously wanted to end this farce by pretending to faint.

But Wei Hong had already predicted her prediction, and sneered: "Designer Du, don't try to pretend to faint to avoid the problem."

"What do you want?" Du Sihui took a deep breath and pleaded in a low voice: "Stop it, I'm your real mother, we can talk about it when we get home."

"I don't have such a mean and disgusting mother! "Wei Hong sneered and countered: "For the sake of your own face, you don't care about your own sister's life or death. If you want to step on others to get to the top, you must be prepared to be thrown to death."

"You?"

Du Sihui was so angry that she felt dizzy.

This time she was not pretending, but really wanted to faint.

Wei Hong did not give her this opportunity, and continued to ask with a sneer: "Excuse me, Designer Du, do you know what kind of craftsmanship is used to make the "Qingfeng" series necklaces? What kind of materials are used for the clothes?"

"This pair of earrings has a subtle streamlined pattern micro-carving design. Do you know what style they are in? ”

“Your previous design works have always been inclined towards modern art and abstract factions, and the materials and colors used are relatively bold and rough. The "Qingfeng" series tends to be natural and classical, and the design is lively, delicate and elegant. May I ask how you can switch between the two styles freely without leaving any traces...”

Wei Hong asked again.

Du Sihui's expression, which she had been trying to hold on to, finally cracked.

She looked around in embarrassment, and saw suspicion and contempt in everyone's eyes.

She knew she was done!

This time she shot herself in the foot, and her reputation was completely ruined.

It would be harder than climbing to the sky to survive in the design industry in the future.

A dizzy feeling came over her!

Du Sihui rolled her eyes, and finally fainted!