Chen Mo watched Bai Xiaotian standing by the roadside and shook his head speechlessly.
That hitchhiking gesture really wasn't very effective!
An old man with a head full of white hair sticking out his thumb for a ride—if that worked, it would be a miracle! Maybe if an old woman happened to drive by, one out of ten might stop and give him a lift.
Bai Xiaotian had only ever been fairly ordinary-looking. Even after tidying himself up, there was still nothing handsome about him. He was merely an old man who looked somewhat spirited. If he could attract Old Women, that would truly be a miracle.
Without long legs, without a curvy figure, and not being a woman, how could he possibly succeed in hitching a ride?
Even if he wanted to attract an old woman, he needed to dress trendier and show off that air of someone who might not look good but had healthy kidneys. Then perhaps he could get a ride.
Sure enough, the two sedans did not disappoint Chen Mo. They did not stop at all, speeding straight past him.
"Damn!" The hitchhiking gesture immediately changed from a raised thumb to the universally recognized gesture—a raised middle finger.
Bai Xiaotian stared at the exhaust spewing from the rear of the sedan, utterly speechless. Even if they did not want to give him a ride, there was no need to accelerate. It made him feel as if he were not asking for a ride, but was instead some roadside bandit.
He turned his head and gave Chen Mo an awkward smile.
Chen Mo chuckled without saying anything and continued down the road.
He had already swept the passing sedan with his Spiritual Sense and found a driver and two middle-aged people seated in the back. Perhaps