The hostess led Wang Hao up to the large private room 205 on the second floor. Over a hundred square meters in size, the room boasted a window that overlooked the Binjiang streetscape.
The room had its own restroom and KTV, and on each of the four large round tables were fresh flowers and fruits. Colorful balloons were hung all over the walls.
A few female classmates, dressed to the nines, were chatting in small groups, discussing the latest gossip about various classmates. Or they puckered their lips and posed, taking selfies to post on their social circles.
A few male classmates were sitting on the leather sofa, puffing away and shooting the breeze.
One of them stared at Wang Hao for a while, then stood up and laughed loudly, "Wang Hao, you've changed a lot! I almost didn't recognize you!"
"Qian Long!" Wang Hao also recognized him and stepped forward to shake hands.
As they shook hands, Qian Long's oversized Montblanc watch shook violently, as if afraid it wouldn't be seen.
