Adjustment

"Where are we going now?" Han Zixixn asked her as they were leaving his brother's house. They had fun with the family and it was quite late at night when they were leaving. 

"Home, where else?" An Xiulan answered him. 

"You will not be coming with me?"He asked her. 

An Xiulan who was walking on the way to the car paused in her footsteps and turned to look at him. What was this man hinting at? And since when did he begin thinking like this? As if noticing how his sentence formation might have felt to her, he said, "It is quite late at night. Your house is very far from here. If we leave for there now, we will not reach there before midnight. We both have to go to the office in the morning. Would it not be better if we go to my place and stay the night there? We can directly go to work together."

"Zixin!" she suddenly called his name. 

"Hmm?"He looked at her.