"How can you not hold grudges?"
Zhao Guo'an declared confidently, "People who don't hold grudges either have bad memories, are powerless to seek revenge, or are simply carefree. I'm certainly not one of those types.
When I was in elementary school, there was a classmate named Niu Hujun who deflated my bicycle tire, causing me to push the bike home. I've remembered this ever since."
Xiao Feng pondered and said, "It seems like you really hold grudges."
"I don't see anything wrong with holding a grudge," Zhao Guo'an replied.
"Yeah, there's nothing wrong with it," Xiao Feng said with a worried look. "I remember you said before that dangers should be nipped in the bud. Lao Zhao, is it that you're waiting for the right time to get back at me?"
"When did I ever say that?"
"Even if you don't say it, it doesn't mean you're not thinking it. So, should I strike first to stay safe?"
"..." Zhao Guo'an.
