Qiao Weiyang said calmly, "If you hadn't insisted on snatching it, I would have forgotten about it. Liangting, I'm sorry that I'm only telling you this now."
Only when she spoke to Li Liangting did Qiao Weiyang's voice contain emotions.
Li Liangting shook her head excitedly. "You don't have to apologize. I'm overjoyed. I was too soft-hearted. I didn't expect people to be so unpredictable. Thank you for helping me consider these things in the past."
The expressions of Old Madam Qiao and Huang Shumin changed.
Qiao Jierou clenched her fists. Her breathing quickened, and her facial features became twisted.
Lin Heng subconsciously looked at Qiao Jierou. "Jierou, is the patent for this fabric really Li Liangting's?"
The truth was right in front of them. There was no room for denial.
Qiao Jierou shook her head aggrievedly, unable to think of an excuse.
