Conner's joke required a certain level of understanding to appreciate why he found it so funny. Although Lin Qi did not laugh, he understood the reason behind Conner's uproarious laughter.
He did not think there was anything wrong with it, nor did he find it particularly funny.
"I don't see what's so funny about this. Are you planning to solve your problem with your hand?"
"If you really solved it with your hand, then I'd truly laugh at you. The Federal President actually rewarding himself with a hand job—and with his own hand, no less!"
A hint of a smile appeared on Lin Qi's face. Conner suddenly choked up. He stared wide-eyed at Lin Qi, as if asking, What the hell is wrong with you?
And in fact, Lin Qi had guessed correctly. Conner had almost no private time.
Although for him and most other people, leaving the work area and entering the living area counted as private time, in reality, this "private time" was only relative.
He had no way to leave the Presidential Palace alone. Every outing required meticulous arrangements. He couldn't exactly tell the Security Department that he planned to go out and take care of a physiological need or something...
After the First Lady left, Conner had no other way to deal with it inside the entire Presidential Palace except taking care of it himself.
Originally, the thought had not been particularly strong. He would only deal with it occasionally when the urge arose. But after Lin Qi brought it up today, that suppressed desire inexplicably resurfaced.
Conner was not a "loyal" man, as could be seen from his Mistress and illegitimate son.
His wife even knew that he was fooling around outside, but who cared? The values of the Federal Upper Class differed greatly from