The "Phoenix Palace" was located on the outskirts of Shangjing, nestled in a serene environment. Its decoration was low-key yet still managed to convey a sense of grandeur. Choosing this place for the medical charity gala was indeed fitting, reflecting that the organizers had put some thought into it.
When Meng Hu drove the Porsche Cayenne with its beautiful body curves into "Phoenix Palace", the guards at the entrance didn't hinder him at all, saluting and allowing him to enter.
"What? Do you come here often? It seems the guards are quite familiar with you."
Xiao Yifei casually turned his head and asked.
"Haha, not that familiar. This charity gala has been held for four years now; this is the fifth. It's always been held here every year."
Meng Hu grinned broadly, his fierce and intimidating face unexpectedly showing a hint of simplicity and honesty.
"Oh," Xiao Yifei nodded and turned to look around the "Phoenix Palace".
