Gong Beiyao suppressed layers of fury, speaking to her like a stranger, "You're the special pianist hired for tonight?"
His alienated and distant tone made her feel a twinge at the heart.
"Yes, Mr. Gong," Sheng Qianxia tried her best to maintain a composed posture, though her heart was already in disarray.
"Such an impolite pianist is indeed a first for me," Gong Beiyao sneered. "I think the bar should be reminded to find someone else."
Sheng Qianxia suddenly looked into Gong Beiyao's eyes, seeing the thin coolness in his gaze, cold and piercing as frosty arrows.
So this was the look in his eyes when he treated strangers.
She endured the sourness, feigning calm, "This job is very important to me, please have mercy, Mr. Gong."
"Ask me to show mercy?" Gong Beiyao's hand left the piano keys, his arm instantly encircling Sheng Qianxia's waist: "Lift it here?"
His frivolity carried a hint of humiliation.
