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!

The little girl hummed coldly and bent down to change her shoes.

Sara walked over and tapped her head. "Your sister is talking to you!"

The little girl said calmly, "My name is Moon, not Nine." She looked up, her amber eyes cold. "Is there anything else?"

Sara was speechless. She glared as Moon entered the room. Before she left, she turned around and said lightly, "I don't like to be disturbed. Don't knock on my door."

Sara was speechless. She had said that her parents were already in their forties or fifties, so why would they want a second child! Look! No one could control the child they gave birth to! Other children would cry once or twice if they fell, but Moon had never cried. When she was born, she looked at the nurse calmly. When she was one year old, she dared to climb out of the crib. When she hurt, she would get up on her own and not cry! Sara had never seen Moon cry in her life!

What a Beautiful Ghost!