Mengpo said, "Alright, perhaps I am asking too much of you. Do you know why I wanted to see you?"
Qin Shou shook his head.
Mengpo asked, "Do you want to hear a story?"
Qin Shou continued to shake his head.
Mengpo was taken aback and asked with a cry-laugh, "Why won't you listen?"
Qin Shou gave a silly smile, feigned ignorance, and didn't speak. He was no fool; he knew he wasn't a good person, but he was even more aware of what kind of rabbit he was!
Throughout history, those who listened to stories always ended up running errands for others. He wasn't a good person; he could renege on his debts. But if the story was interesting, he feared his rabbit legs would not be able to resist.
He already had enough trouble, and in the Nether River, there lurked a huge problem who knows how old; he certainly did not want to invite more trouble.
Seeing this, Mengpo understood Qin Shou's reluctance and sighed, "Oh well, alas…"
