Sheng Qianxia was furious, "Gong Beiyao, how are you any different from Yun Jie?"
Gong Beiyao appeared unconcerned, yet he seemed exactly like a peerless demon, "Of course there's a difference. He didn't get to listen to the songs you played, but I still get to hear you sing."
"!!!"
"One song, two hundred thousand, and just one chance. Make sure you grasp it well." Gong Beiyao's lips curved into a playful smile.
Sheng Qianxia's face turned shades of pale.
To make her beg for mercy he had actually gone to such malicious extents!!
By humiliating her like this, did he really feel happy!!
Because of her, today's venue turned into chaos; she feared no bar would dare to hire her as a pianist anymore!
This two hundred thousand from Gong Beiyao might be her last chance!
Two hundred thousand could buy Qingxue a very good piano—
If she missed this opportunity, where could she gather so much money within three days?
