Soon, the two parted ways in the hotel lobby.
Li Qiao strolled unhurriedly in the direction of the west hall, occasionally nodding her head indifferently when she encountered a few familiar classmates.
She had little interest in this kind of social gathering and dinner.
Upon entering the banquet hall, she glanced around and saw that about seven or eight banquet tables were set up.
With the Bioengineering Department's annual enrollment under a hundred students, compared to the nearly forty tables of the neighboring finance department, this place seemed somewhat deserted.
Li Qiao chose a corner seat at the back, boredom evident as she watched the men and women bustling by—none dressed extravagantly but all quite formal and serious.
The only exception was her, in a punk-style crop top and jeans, casual yet comfortably dashing.
"Li Qiao, why are you sitting here alone?"
At that moment, two women in splendid dresses slowly entered the banquet hall.
