Not every rich kid was rude, overbearing, and contemptuous of everyone else, but not every rich kid was courteous and reasonable, either. Money gave them exceptionally comfortable lives, immense purchasing power, and the ability to call the shots. It also easily bred in many of them an arrogant sense of superiority over ordinary people.
Bao Lingxin was indeed the only daughter of Bao Youcheng, the richest man in East Anhui. She was rich, fair-skinned, and beautiful through and through. She had also studied abroad and easily obtained an MBA, giving herself an elite label that distinguished her from the average "pretty ornament."
Eldest Miss Bao might have bossed reporters and ordinary people around, but with people of comparable wealth or special standing, she was always gentle, refined, and every inch a lady.
In Bao Lingxin's mind, people fell into roughly two categories: those worthy of associating with her, and those unworthy even of speaking to her.
"Remember what you just said! Sooner or later, people pay the price for running their mouths." Lin Fang smiled and looked at her, her tone utterly serious.
Bao Lingxin looked as though she had heard a joke. With a mocking expression, she said, "If I heard you correctly, you're threatening me, aren't you? I'm rather curious how you intend to make me pay. With that mouth of yours? Or by going back and writing a few pieces for some little rag?"
Ha! All this shouting and squawking at the airport-a mere reporter, what a joke!
As they spoke, a squad of police officers pushed through the layers of people and found the culprit responsible for the congestion in the terminal. One officer stepped forward, showed his identification, and sternly demanded that Yu Jingxuan cooperate with the police immediately and persuade his fans to leave.