The name immediately has Jiang Cheng's spine going straight, his eyes sharp and suddenly dangerous. Xue Yang. He knows more than enough about that man, but he swallows some of the anger in his heart, letting his hands clench at his side.

It feels like a problem to deal with later, but it's very clear that the teacup in his hand is very close to breaking into dozens of pieces.

"I. Can teach you." His hands relax, but then curl up again. "I'd be happy to."