The two groups headed toward Li Chuwen's office.
The office was essentially a small meeting room.
Inside, there was a long table lined with chairs, and at the forefront, a projector was set up. A computer on the table connected to the projector could display content on the screen.
Li Chuwen's expression was grim because the upcoming Chengcheng Fashion Show was crucial. But missing it would be a major blow to L'Oréal International.
This was their last chance. If Wu Xiujun could design something impressive and get it selected by the agent, L'Oréal International would succeed; if not, they would have to wait until next year.
Wu Xiujun and his group sat smugly on the few available chairs, while the rest of the design department stood behind him and Zhou Qiang.
Opposite the table, Tang Zhong and his two companions had taken their seats.
