Teach Me More, Master

Feng Xuan almost jumped in joy when Qing Chen entered the front door. Correction, it was not almost. She really did jump on him. Qing Chen backed away in surprise. "Woah."

"Here it is!" she handed him a matted golden folder. "It's our company."

"Okay," Qing Chen answered and they started walking to the kitchen. He opened the folder. "YOUNG," he read the nice thin script at the top of the page.

"It's just an idea, it's still changeable," Feng Xuan said like she was already anticipating this kind of reaction. "Wang Yimin thought it would be a nice tribute to our family. You know, the Yangs."

"I'm just thinking, it would be harder to tap into the other audiences if you're going to box yourself with the name brand."