"Like he dares!" Rosy's furious roar reverberated through the phone, making my eardrums ache.
After a moment of silence, someone stepped in to smooth things over. "Rosy, your husband may look fierce, but he's actually a complete fool. How dare he try to outdo you in fierceness! That one punch of yours would probably leave him needing several stitches."
Right after I finished screen-recording the conversation, this voice message, which seemed to have been sent by accident, got recalled.
No one knew I was lurking in this small group. Still, the more cautious they act, the more guilty they seem.
The next second, Anthony tagged me in the group chat where my main account was. [Hans, is your wound okay? Did you get it treated at the hospital? I gave Rosy a good talking-to; she now knows she was wrong. Tonight, she'll be kneeling on a durian to apologize, so don't be mad at her anymore, okay? (playful tongue-out emoji)]
He even attached a picture of a freshly bought durian. Then he mentioned Rosy. [Apologize to Hans NOW! Or we're done!]
Rosy sent a helpless emoji before quoting Anthony. [Hans, are you okay? It's all my fault for not being gentle enough.]