Looking at Shen Ru's unrelenting posture, Lin Siyue was not in a hurry to find out the truth.

It suddenly dawned on her that the most important thing was to clarify who was responsible.

As for the truth, perhaps no one really cares what the so-called truth is.

She didn't allow Shen Ru to quibble, and continued to ask aggressively: "The quality inspection form sent by the warehouse is the same as the materials. Clothes are colorless and odorless, but they contain high poison, can these things be seen with the eyes?"

"If we can observe whether the clothing material is toxic, then what do we need those professional testing instruments for?"

"Which branch of our Lin family uses a professional instrument to test for poison before selling a piece of clothing?"

"If not, are you asking me to have sharp eyes, is this a little too strong?"

After she finished speaking, Lin Jiaze's face became more and more gloomy.

Shen Ru was discredited because of the recent Lin Sisi Grand Prix, and now she is short of breath in front of Lin Jiaze and dare not say much.

This time, she wisely chose to avoid Lin Siyue's edge, and instead whispered to Lin Jiaze: "I still have some things to deal with there, I'll go back first."

Then she gave Zhao Gang, the manager of the public relations department, a look, got up and walked out.

Her move dispelled Lin Jiaze's suspicions.

He glanced at Shen Ru's back and didn't speak, but his eyes were obviously much gentler than before.

Zhao Gang also seemed to be a little hesitant, and reminded Lin Jiaze and said: "President, whether this incident is the fault of the eldest lady or not, but after all, the incident happened in her branch, and now the public opinion outside is one-sided, someone must stand up first and take responsibility to calm down the anger."

"It is not easy for Lin's clothing brand to do it today, and if it is not properly handled, the reputation of this brand will be ruined."

This sounds unbiased, and there is some truth to it.

Especially the last sentence, it was a needle to the key point in Lin Jiaze's heart.

Lin Jiaze raised his eyes to look at Lin Siyue.

Seeing that her face was expressionless, she was obviously indifferent to Zhao Gang's words.

He thought for a while, slowed down his tone and persuaded: "Siyue, Lin's clothing brand was created by my father with a lot of effort, and there is also your mother's hard work in it, no matter what, we can't watch this brand be destroyed."

"Why don't you admit this matter first, I promise you, no matter what the outcome of this matter is, it will not affect your assessment at the end of the year?"

"You just admit your mistake on Weibo, and it won't have much impact on you anyway."

Lin Siyue was laughed at angrily, and she asked knowingly in a cold voice: "So how should I admit my mistake?"

Lin Jiaze thought she was relieved, and immediately said: "It's better to say that it's an imitation made by yourself, how about you plan to put it in the low-end market?"

Lin Siyue's eyebrows narrowed, and she angrily grabbed the teacup in her hand and slammed it on the conference table.

With a loud noise and a splash of broken porcelain pieces, everyone was startled.

Even Lin Jiaze couldn't help the muscles on his face twitch a few times, and his body quickly leaned back.

Lin Siyue stood up and said angrily: "I made my own imitation and put it in the low-end market? Why don't you just say that I ignore the lives and deaths of the people at the bottom and use the contaminated fabric to make huge profits?"

"You don't think this affects me?"

"Who am I? I'm Verna, the top designer in Jincheng! With such an apology sent out on Weibo, is my reputation still there?"

It's not just that her reputation is coming to an end, even if her start-up studio is going to end with it.