Song Ci

The Miller family had a troublemaker in the family. Her name was Amelia Miller. Her mother died in childbirth when she was born. Her stepmother fell off a flight of stairs while pregnant and died. Amelia's father punished her by making her face the wall in the attic. The attic was dark and humid, and there was no sunlight at all. Nobody brought her food, and Amelia thought she might very well die there. Moments before her death, she dialed a number that her mother had told her before she passed away. 

After she hung up, there were rumbling sounds all around her. The Miller family's residence was surrounded by a group of bodyguards dressed in black. Eight men got out of their cars, each with a different aura. They went directly to the attic. 

The man who led them went down on one knee and held Amelia, unconscious, in his arms. He had a solemn expression on his face. "The Miller family needs to go bankrupt." 

After sleeping the entire night, Amelia woke up to find that her father was bankrupt. Her family members were all homeless. Meanwhile, she... 

She had eight uncles and a kind grandfather who loved her dearly. 

Amelia's father regretted what he did, and he was unwilling to accept his fate. So what if Amelia was living a good life now? She was still the troublemaker who got her mother killed and her father bankrupt! 

Little did he know, after Amelia returned to her uncle's house, their luck only seemed to improve. Even her bedridden grandmother could now get out of bed and dance in the square! Finally, a god-like man claimed to be her father. He pampered her to the point where the entire world became envious of her.

Mia is Not a Trouble-Maker!

Alex pretended to be calm as if he already knew about this. His voice was cold but he could not hide his pride. "Yes, Mia, not bad. Practice a little more and try to chop the enemy's head with your bare hands."

Everyone was speechless. Miss Mia was a little girl! She was such a cute little girl. Master, could you teach her something normal? Chopping heads with her bare hands?! Can you not scare our daughter?!

Amelia's action of chopping bricks with one hand had completely captured the hearts of a group of rough men. All the hall masters loved Amelia and wanted to carry her to visit the villa.

Alex looked at the group of people who wanted to snatch his daughter and said coldly, "Is there nothing else to do?" He had not hugged his daughter enough. What did it have to do with them?

Everyone could only leave reluctantly to do their work. Alex picked Amelia up and said, "Let's go. It's time to bring you back."

Unclean Thing