Lin Zhiyi glanced at the audience, her gaze landing on the man in the VIP seating area.
Beside her, the head of the organizer was bowing his head, speaking cautiously.
Yet the man seemed indifferent, leisurely in demeanor, and not paying attention to what he was saying, holding a teacup, and looking through the steam at Lin Zhiyi with a dark, deep gaze.
The intense sense of oppression made her feel uneasy, and she couldn't help but quickly shift her gaze.
Below the stage, most people did not look at Lin Zhiyi with any expectation.
After all, it was rare for someone like Song Wanqiu to enter a competition with a million-level uncut stone, not to mention that her design was both complete and innovative.
Even the head of the organizer thought so.
"Third Young Master, rest assured, I just asked Teacher Xue Man, and she is very satisfied with Miss Song. This time, first place undoubtedly belongs to her."
Gong Chen sipped his tea and said indifferently, "Really?"