"Did Young Master Ya put any drugs in the food like, for example, sedatives?"
Ya Shitian shot her a cold glance, "Ye Anqi, if you don't want to eat, you don't have to."
"Before dinner, I'd like to perform something, hoping to move you so that maybe you would be a bit more merciful toward me."
"You sure do talk a lot!"
Ye Anqi gave a slight smile, calmly saying, "It's just a performance, Young Master Ya can enjoy it as entertainment."
Ya Shitian swirled the red wine in his glass, "What performance do you want to give?"
"I want to play a piece for you. But I need a piano."
Ya Shitian glanced at a servant, who understood and immediately made arrangements.
A white grand piano was placed beside the dining table.
Ye Anqi stood up and went over, seating herself gracefully.
Her slender, beautiful hands touched the piano keys, "My piano skills aren't very good, Young Master Ya, please don't laugh."
