He was just about to say something when Hannah beat him to it, "Miss Lynch, I thought you would be quite familiar with the idea of switching center positions. After all, this is not the first time, is it?"
Her gaze was fixed on Tiffany Lynch, who was hiding behind the man.
Their eyes met, the former lazily indifferent, the latter filled with jealousy and resentment.
Tiffany whimpered a few times, squeezing out a couple more tears from her eyes. Clinging tightly to George's hand, as if he was her only support, she tenderly said, "George."
George frowned, his voice as cold as ever, "Hannah, that's enough."
Hannah looked up at the tall man in front of her, pressed her lips together and gave a soft laugh, "Mr. River, are you going to lose your cool out of anger for your beloved?"
George said, "I just hope you can keep things in perspective."
