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"Get lost!" Moses shoved Qian Xueying away and stood up abruptly, "I won't lose her, never!"
He roared like a wild beast gone mad, his eyes bloodshot.
Qian Xueying was pushed so hard she stumbled backward, falling from the chair onto the bar floor, her glass slipping from her hand and shattering into a mess.
The patrons in the bar all turned their puzzled gazes toward the noise.
"Sir!"
The assistant gently reminded.
Moses suppressed his anger, and with a grand gesture, he downed the drink in his glass, then rose and walked toward the exit.
"Take her home!"
On the ground, Qian Xueying, half-squinting, watched his retreating figure through strands of her hair and broke into laughter once again.
"Ha... home? I don't have a home... My home... has long been gone..."
Whatever she said, Moses didn't hear, in fact, he didn't even attempt to listen.