C21 Xia Bing Qu Sang Shi Ji

Zhong Xinyi didn't deliberately go against Saang Shijuan for the sake of friendship and loyalty. Instead, when she heard Saang Shijuan praise other women's excellence, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she followed Du Yawei's words and kicked him.

Firstly, he could pull Du Yawei into a good relationship with him.

Secondly, he could belittle the woman's impression of Saang Shijuan.

Two birds with one stone.

Xia Bing didn't get angry and directly scolded back when he heard the two women in front of him singing together.

Calmly glancing at the work designed by Du Yawei not far away, Xia Bing chuckled, "I think this Mr. Saang has quite the good eye."

Saang Shijuan, who was suddenly called, was stunned.

Du Yawei frowned, "What do you mean? that my work is not as good as yours? "

Xia Bing didn't respond courteously, "Indeed, I can only use four words to describe your work — incongruous."

Saang Shijuan was stunned once again. He didn't expect that the casual words he said would be the same as Xia Bing's evaluation!

For a moment, he couldn't help but want to laugh, and he did so, but the curve of his lips was very shallow. If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't be able to see it.

Du Yawei and Zhong Xinyi were also stunned. They didn't expect an unknown designer to have the audacity to evaluate their work in such a way. The key point was that the content of the evaluation was exactly the same as Saang Shijuan's!

Du Yawei could no longer hold it in as she scolded him harshly, "Who do you think you are? How dare you evaluate my work in such a manner!"

With a stern look in his eyes, Saang Shijuan shot a sharp gaze at Du Yawei. The temperature around him plummeted, but Du Yawei didn't notice it. She was still immersed in the anger towards Xia Bing's contempt for her work.

The surrounding crowd also started whispering to each other.

"This designer who looks unfamiliar must have just entered the circle, to think that Du Yawei's work would dare to spray it in front of her face!"

"That's right. She's the latest fashion designer for the magazine's latest review. To deny her work, isn't that to deny the magazine's existence?"

"Don't tell me you bought it? I don't think Du Yawei's design is that good?"

That's right, it's actually this obscure designer's work. Although at first glance, it looks like there's nothing special about it, but the cutting technique is very suitable for the human body's lines. At first glance, it's obvious that it has been accurately measured.

"…"

There were people who supported Du Yawei and Xia Bing. Xia Bing pursed his lips, but the smile in his eyes was cold: "Do you really want me to pick out the flaws in your design?"

Du Yawei's mouth was agape, as if she had heard some incredible joke. "What? You picked on my clothes? Heh! "Hahahaha!" Du Yawei laughed exaggeratedly. "Alright, I want to see what kind of problems you can find out from my work! "However, I advise you not to make a fool of yourself. Which one of you isn't a professional clothing designer? If you can't find something wrong with your personality, then don't think that you can continue to be in this industry!"

Xia Bing smiled. He didn't seem to care about Du Yawei at all.

Back then, she had graduated first in London's St. Martin School, and many world-class luxury clothing brands had rushed to sign up for her employment. If it weren't for the accident at home and the illness of her fiancé, she wouldn't have abandoned her future and returned to China to make money on her behalf.