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 bald man's body stiffened. He did not dare to move or raise his head. He said on the brink of tears, "This… can you tell your subordinate that moving a little is not considered moving…"

Alex rotated his wrist and said calmly, "That depends on whether your answer will satisfy me. Today, my daughter went to the Haunted House to play. Her third uncle accompanied her. Not only did you scare my daughter, but you also stuck a piece of skin on her third uncle's neck, right?"

The bald man, who had his head lowered, was shocked. They had discovered this? Impossible! That paper effigy had also been nurtured with a lot of effort. He was seventeen years old and had been doing this for more than twenty years. He had only nurtured these two paper dolls! How could he have been discovered!

The bald man lost his confidence and panicked. "I posted it…"

How About Being My Disciple?