"Ah, so you were plotting against me... hehehe." Chen Xiao twisted his neck back and forth as if racked by spasms as he spoke, "You know, I really hate it when people treat me like a fool and play me for a laugh. Hmm... My memory's not so great, I've forgotten what happened before. But I do remember those four annoying people, a woman who only knew how to scribble nonsense all day, an old fart who was always in and out of the elevator, a third-rate writer who never finished his sentences, and, oh yeah, a shorty who pretended to be cool but was just a four-eyed loser..."
He closed his eyes, seemingly straining to recall the faces of these people, but the more he talked... the happier he seemed to become, with the corners of his mouth splitting wider and wider, until the scars that couldn't quite seal pulled slightly apart at the edges...