This made Qin Shu wonder. Could it be that he was really thinking too much? Chu Linchen was indeed on a business trip, not preparing to propose?

But she was embarrassed to ask, so she had to hold back the words.

On this day, Yang Pinghan handed over the fabric that Wen Li had previously entrusted him to Qin Shu.

Qin Shu personally sent the fabric to Wen Li.

"Yes, this is exactly the same effect as I want! Thank you so much for yours and Uncle Yang."

Wen Li held the fabric in her hands with shiny eyes, as if she was stroking the baby's delicate skin, and she touched it carefully.

Qin Shu pursed the corners of her lips and smiled faintly, "This is nothing."

Wen Li shook her head and said seriously: "This fabric is so rare. If the customer hadn't had high requirements this time, I really wouldn't have wanted to customize it. Many manufacturers wouldn't have the conditions to make it."

After Wen Li finished speaking, she admired this exquisite piece of fabric again.

But soon her brows frowned, and a hint of confusion appeared on her face, "By the way, Sister Xiao Shu, I remember you said that Uncle Yang's fabric factory is local to Seoul, right? The ones used in the Northeast area there are all in the area of

Weaving technology and raw materials. But why do I feel this piece of fabric is more like a unique thousand-wire thread in the southeast..."

For ordinary people, perhaps this is just a piece of fabric. But as a designer who has become famous in the industry for three years, Wen Li has had an in-depth understanding of everything from fabric to finished product production.

Even fabric factories and raw materials in various places have been known.

When she looked at the fabric in her hand carefully, she found something strange and couldn't help but say it.

When Qin Shu heard her words, he didn't know what he thought of, and his expression suddenly became stern.

Back home.

Yang Pinghan looked at her with a smile, as if asking casually: "Xiao Shu, are your friends satisfied with that piece of fabric?"

Qin Shu's eyes flashed, and she covered her face in an instant, and a smile appeared, "She likes it very much, and I am particularly grateful to you."

"That's good." Yang Pinghan nodded with satisfaction.

Qin Shu didn't say much, said hello to them, and then entered his room.

After a while, Wen Li called.

"Sister Xiaoshu, I found someone to find the manufacturer of this fabric. It is a fabric factory called Xizili. Uncle Yang probably has some special reasons, so he asked other manufacturers to help me make this fabric."

"Well, it's possible." Qin Shu replied casually.

She did not tell Wen Li about her suspicion of Yang Pinghan and the others. After all, she was still in the suspicion stage and there was no tangible evidence.

However, she couldn't help but tell Chu Linchen about this yesterday...

After finishing the call with Wen Li, Qin Shu fell into thinking.

The matter of this piece of fabric has aggravated her suspicion.

Since "her dad" clearly has his own fabric manufacturer, why should he hand it over to another factory for his work? Is it because his factory cannot meet the technology?

If so, he wouldn't have never mentioned this matter.
Chapter completed!