452, I will support you when the sky falls down

At ten o'clock sharp, the competition officially began.

At this time, Shen Yufeng and two other men in formal attire slowly entered the conference room, taking seats in the front row.

The competition was formally underway, starting from the lowest level and gradually moving upward, with two or three companies competing at each floor.

Xiaoyu and her team had previously drawn the fourth floor, which was a relatively late position.

The earlier competitors began to explain their design concepts, displaying their creativity on the big screen.

Some chose a pastoral style, so fresh and natural; others were bold and avant-garde, exuding a detachment from convention.

However, Xiaoyu's gaze lingered quietly on Shen Yufeng's face.

She had seen him at work before, but now, in this setting, Shen Yufeng's face was serious and focused, listening to each contestant and offering his opinions accordingly.