After the masquerade ball ended, everyone started chatting with each other. Since some classmates hadn't arrived yet, dinner wasn't immediately served. Wang Xiaoqiang chatted with Xu Jiyue for a while and then found a group to catch up with.
Because Wang Xiaoqiang had been pretty average and ordinary in junior high, and didn't have a wide circle of friends, he only greeted a few classmates upon entering the private room and didn't immediately find a group to strike up a close conversation with.
He simply grabbed a paper cup full of water and stood aside, observing his classmates with a smile.
Observing them after so many years was quite an interesting thing to do.
Wang Xiaoqiang looked around and saw that the room had more than thirty male and female classmates, and about twenty other men and women, who weren't his middle school classmates, probably relatives of the classmates.