"Are you unhappy?"
That evening, Joanna changed clothes while watching Mr. Truman, who had just returned from an engagement outside.
Mr. Truman's emotions were rarely written across his face. That was also the most basic quality of a politician.
If happiness or unhappiness showed plainly on your face, your political enemies might laugh aloud.
Most politicians always made sure their facial expressions did not reveal too much information, but everyone had certain small movements or habits that reflected what was in their hearts.
Mr. Truman rarely drank alone. He was an officer, and he was also the president of the Federation.
A calm, rational mind unaffected by emotions was what mattered most. Even at certain banquets, he merely held champagne or weak liquor, occasionally taking a small sip for appearances' sake.
When he was alone, he almost never drank. He did not drink strong liquor, either.
If he did, something must have been troubling him.
Joanna remembered very clearly that the first time she discovered her husband drunk by himself, he had just been promoted to colonel.
Not long afterward, he left the military.
There had been several similar instances before that, too.
Whenever he drank alone and drank hard liquor, it meant something was weighing on his mind—and it was not necessarily something good.
Mr. Truman shook his head. "No, it's nothing."
He was lying. He was already struggling to deal with the Jerry & Dice Group, and he was somewhat uncertain whether handling Lin Qi in the future would go as smoothly as he imagined!
Unless Lin Qi was willing to cooperate with him, he might not be able to restrain Lin Qi according to his own plans.
He had also been reflecting on whether some of his thoughts about Lin Qi were inappropriate.
Lin Qi had not