With a bang, Fang Ya looked at her aunt who had been struck in the head by the door.
She cried out in pain, took a few steps back and sat on the bed.
Fang Ya looked at He Feng's aunt who was rubbing her forehead in embarrassment. "Aunt, are you okay?"
She rubbed her forehead and glared at Fang Ya fiercely. "Why did you swing the door open like a cowboy!"
"I did not hear any response. I was afraid that something had happened to you, so I..." Fang Ya said, feeling wronged. Her hand was still on the door handle.
She rolled her eyes at Fang Ya and stood up again. She pushed Fang Ya away and walked out of the door. "I was sleeping, but in the end, I almost got a concussion from you!"
Fang Ya followed behind the aunt, feeling wronged. She asked, "Then you were just sleeping?"
"What else?" Her aunt glanced at Fang Ya and said, "Teaching you to cook these days has exhausted me to death! Can't I rest?"
