Reality.
On a spacious street, a luxurious black sedan raced by.
The driver was a middle-aged man of certain years, who spoke neither with joy nor with a smile, looked sternly ahead, and almost had the gas pedal floored.
In the back seat sat a young girl in her blooming season, with a graceful figure and a captivating appearance. Her bright eyes held a trace of iciness, and her face was covered with frost, much like a thorny wild rose, to be admired from afar but not to be trifiled with.
"I am very disappointed."
The middle-aged man gripped the steering wheel tightly, speaking as if to himself, but also as if to convey to the young girl.
"Father, it's my fault."
The girl's facial expression did not change as she softly spoke.
"Zhang Meng is a discarded chess piece, we can give up on him."
"Yes, Father."
"Regarding the territory, let's hear your plan."
"The drizzling rain is an uncertainty, seizing the territory will be tough!"