On the other side, Li Qiao returned to the banquet hall where Duan Yuanhui from the Academic Affairs Office and the department head were standing onstage, delivering a speech before the start of the banquet.
Dressed casually tonight, Duan Yuanhui wore a blue shirt paired with black trousers, the sleeves rolled up to his forearms, exuding a steadiness that only age and experience could bring as he had just entered his forties.
Midway through his speech with microphone in hand, he caught sight of Li Qiao and nodded in apparent approval.
With a nonchalant smile, Li Qiao casually pocketed her hands in her punk-style jacket and dragged a chair from the corner of the banquet hall to sit by the wall near the entrance.
The male students seated at the back of the banquet exchanged glances, falling into contemplation.
Should they too drag chairs over to sit beside Li Qiao?
After all, tonight... the opportunity was rare.
