"Congratulations, you're no longer a baby."
Lawrence, with his arm around Phoebe's waist and a gift in hand, raised an eyebrow at Dean, who was receiving guests, and teased, "Dean, you're finally living on your own. This is a sign of your maturity."
Dean rolled his eyes and hit back at Lawrence's teasing, "Yeah, it does feel pretty good, but you seem a bit out of sorts, Lawrence. Your legs are even wobbling."
Lawrence's complexion had visibly paled since returning a few days ago. In contrast, Phoebe's cheeks were rosy, looking radiant like a blossoming rose.
Defeated, Lawrence covered his face and fled.
Dean grinned and teased Phoebe, "Phoebe, there are only dead cows, not overworked fields. You should let him rest a bit. Pursue sustainable development."
"Nerve!"
Phoebe, dropping the housewarming gift she brought, went inside.
Inside the house, Old Hunter, Robert, Daisy, Harry, and others had already arrived with their family members or partners.
