"Hi! Buddy, want a ride?" The two fellows who looked a little too high greeted Chen Mo with surprising enthusiasm.
Chen Mo truly hadn't expected two slightly stoned yellow-haired guys to give him a lift. He suddenly felt rather emotional. You really couldn't judge people by appearances; what mattered more was what was inside. These two yellow-haired guys seemed pretty decent inside.
"Yes! I want to go to **place." Chen Mo nodded at the two yellow-haired guys.
"Great! I'm in a good mood today, so I'll give you a lift. Get in!" said the yellow-haired driver smugly, his eyes seeming slightly unfocused.
One look at his expression told Chen Mo that these two had definitely just gotten high on something and were now a little out of it. Of course, that didn't matter to him. Getting high was their business. Even if they got into a car accident while driving, it was no concern of his.
If they got into an accident and expected to hurt Chen Mo, they could forget it. Even a loaded truck crashing into him now wouldn't make him lose a single hair. So he wasn't afraid of a fellow driving while high, as long as he got him where he needed to go.
Looking at the two of them, Chen Mo felt for the first time that yellow-haired guys could be cute sometimes too, and that they could lend a hand to others.
Everyone was kind when they first came into this world. It was only after growing up, for all kinds of reasons, that they began to become selfish. Of course, that applied to most people. A small minority—or perhaps an extremely tiny minority—possessed a spirit unlike ordinary people. Naturally, Chen Mo couldn't compare to people like that.
"Thanks, buddy!" Chen Mo nodded, pulled