Half an hour later, Shen Mo and Bai Youwei arrived at the rest stop.
A group of people had gathered at the rest stop, about twenty in total, a mix of men and women, old and young, all huddled in the restaurant.
The original staff of the service area was nowhere to be seen.
When Shen Mo pushed in the wheelchair, all eyes turned towards the door. Seeing it was just a man and a disabled girl, their faces fell in disappointment.
Ever since the world was thrown into chaos, people had been waiting for redemption. Whether it was the assistance from government organisations or the salvation espoused by religious groups, anything would do. Even as little as a light in the dark was better than the confusion and despair of not seeing any hope.
Shen Mo glanced at the people in the restaurant. Sensing the gloomy atmosphere of the rest stop, he pushed Bai Youwei into the nearby supermarket.
