Wang Baobao stormed into the house with a face full of anger, tossing her bag to one side and heavily sitting down on the sofa, her makeup smeared beyond recognition and her hair, styled just that morning, was now a tangled mess.
"What happened to you?" her mother exclaimed as she sprang up from her chair. She remembered her daughter had left the house looking well put together that morning, but now she looked a mess. Wang's mother couldn't help but look at her daughter with a hint of disdain, especially when she caught a whiff of the slight sweat odor coming from Wang Baobao's direction. She immediately covered her nose, stood up, and walked to the other side of the room, keeping her distance, "What is that smell on you?" she asked, furrowing her brow as if Wang Baobao were some kind of bacterium.
