Ning Mei closed the door of the washroom and sighed. She looked at her hands, where some drops of blood had splashed, and then the mirror reflecting her disheveled apperance. It was good that there was a washroom inside the office.
She thought back at what happened a few minutes ago. Ning Mei had a very short temper from the start, and it gets triggered when someone jabs her self respect blatantly. No woman would want to be called names and get cursed without any reason.
And spending time in America had just opened a her a way to release her anger. She sighed as she remembered the two other girl's faces, especially Yu Lian's. She would have never ever thought that Ning Mei could do something like this. But now, this is how she is.
