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!

Amelia patted her chest and promised, "Third Uncle, don't worry! Only ghosts will have psychological trauma. We won't!"

Henry was speechless. He looked at the tourist notice and pointed at a line of words on it. He lied through his teeth. "Look at this. It says that children can't play."

Amelia couldn't read. She could only make out the two numbers "14." She said, "It says you can't play at fourteen. None of us are fourteen!" She was four and a half years old. Sister Emma had just turned six. Brother William was seven. Brother Lucas was nine. None of them were fourteen!

Emma: "That's right! Mia is right!"

William: "Third Uncle, it says that children under the age of 14 need a guardian to accompany them in. It doesn't say that children can't enter."

Lucas's face was still cold, but he still joined in the fun and said, "Third Uncle, are you afraid?"

Let Her Go