"Move aside, move aside..." A string of impatient demands came from behind them.
Before Lin Fang and Zhou Xiaofan could react, a team of security guards roughly shoved them aside.
Zhou Xiaofan even stumbled and nearly fell.
The two turned around in shock to see more than twenty security guards holding hands in an oval protective ring. Inside it, a male celebrity of some indeterminate tier, dressed fashionably and wearing an aloof expression, strode toward the airport exit with arrogant confidence, surrounded by male and female assistants and bodyguards.
"Who the hell is this guy? Thinks he's something special, does he?" The indignant star reporter Lin raised her phone and aimed it at the security entourage.
After all, she was an uncrowned queen of the press, famous across the country, and Secretary Zhou's personal writer to boot. You insignificant little celebrity, you have no idea who you're dealing with. How dare you shove this reporter around? Hmph, just wait until I put you in tomorrow's headlines.
"No photos!" A sharp-eyed male assistant spotted what Lin Fang was doing, hurried over, and barked at her. Then, without another word, he raised his arm and roughly knocked her phone out of her hand.
Lin Fang picked up her phone and demanded furiously, "Do you own this airport? Do you realize your behavior is interfering with other passengers trying to go about their journeys?"
"Shut up! Who are you to criticize us?" The male assistant was outrageously overbearing. He glared at Lin Fang, then turned and caught up with the group.
Oh, you've really done it now! Lin Fang's anger was nearly at boiling point. She was about to identify herself and continue arguing when Zhou Xiaofan held her back.
"Let it go, Lin Fang. Don't stoop to their level. We have something