"Is there an annual charity gala every year?"
He Ao looked at the changing floor numbers on the elevator's interior display and suddenly spoke out loud.
"Yes."
Heish nodded gently, turned her head to look at He Ao, "What about it?"
"Do you attend every time?"
He Ao continued to ask.
"No,"
Heish shook her head, "I used to just send a verbal message to donate money. My business has been doing better in the past two years, so I got the qualification to attend the gala. To be precise, I've had the qualification to attend since last year."
At that moment, the elevator arrived, and the doors slowly opened, revealing the silent, luminous underground parking lot outside.
"Was the underground parking lot you used last time the same as this one?"
He Ao, while walking out of the elevator, asked as he looked at the rows of parked cars.