"Let me go!"
"Sawyer, don't you think you're funny?"
"What right do you have to question me?"
Sawyer listened to Lyric's questioning, and a trace of confusion flashed in his eyes.
In front of Lyric, he was always weak and had always been suppressed.
As a result, he did not have the confidence to ask about Lyric's private life in the face of such a situation.
In the past, he had always felt that a rough woman like Lyric would eventually break up with her boyfriend if the boyfriend she found did not have a good temper.
But now—
"Tell me, who is he?"
Sawyer held Lyric's hand tightly, and his eyes were red.
He stared fixedly at Lyric, as if he would never give up if she didn't tell him.
Lyric was furious. She pushed him away and started fighting with him on the spot.
Both of them had been taught by Hamza. Their skills were impressive, but Sawyer had an advantage being a man.