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!

Emma, William, and the others ran over. Even Lucas, who didn't like to talk, sauntered downstairs. His clothes were too short to wear. Otherwise, who would pick out clothes like a girl?

Mrs. Walton had a smile on her face. "Nanny Wu, get them to hang up the clothes. These two bags should belong to boys, and these three bags belong to girls…" The service of big brands was in place. Usually, when they packed, they would make a distinction based on the color of the bags. In the end, when the clothes were poured out, they were pink…

William was blinded by the pink color. He asked in surprise, "Are they all girls' clothes?"

Honest answered matter-of-factly. "There are boys', too." He pointed, and William looked over. Okay, pink boys' shirts, pants, and underwear were pink, too!

Amelia was stunned. "Why are they all pink?"

A Sea of Pink