Although the judges really wanted to believe Qiao Weiyang, it was indeed difficult to directly believe her claims with the evidence she had presented so far.
Qiao Jierou cried even harder. "Everyone, are you sure that I plagiarized and stole just based on this? Do I have to make this evening gown on the spot before you can believe me? If that's the case, please bring the fabric and materials over. I'll make it on the spot."
Her design ability was a little worse than Qiao Weiyang's, but she had put in a lot of effort to practice needlework. Her skills were definitely good enough.
She had been worrying about not having a chance to show off, and now Qiao Weiyang had given her a chance.
The more she said this, the more people believed her.
As for Qiao Weiyang, it was not that no one believed her. But she could not prove anything.
Qiao Weiyang said, "Qiao Jierou, there's no need to do that. If it's not yours, it'll never be yours."
