It was just a few simple pleasantries that deeply flattered everyone.
Of course, after all, they were classmates, and although the closeness varied, they were familiar faces who had spent four years together. Even if there were disparities in their current achievements, they were still closer to each other than to other people.
The classmates had gradually arrived, occupying three or four tables nearby, most bringing their partners along to enjoy the festivities.
Everyone chatted and laughed, reminiscing about their days in school, as if they had returned to their spirited college days.
Ji Xinghuo did not talk much.
However, the classmates' attention was all on him, and no matter what the topic, it always came back to him eventually.
From time to time, they asked Ji Xinghuo several questions, all curious about his experiences.
As long as it did not involve confidentiality, Ji Xinghuo would answer simply.
