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 unlucky ghost became even more pleased with himself. He glanced at the flirtatious ghost and the others. So what if he went back on his word? With more lice, there was no fear of itchiness. With more debts, there was no fear!

The flirtatious ghost and the others were speechless. They did want to snatch the candy because the candy Amelia gave them was not only sweet, but also had other functions. Anyway, every time they ate it, they felt their souls become purer and stronger. However, since the unlucky ghost had licked it, they could not take it anymore.

The flirtatious ghost looked at the unlucky ghost. "You can't afford to play! Don't play mahjong with us next time!"

The hypocritical ghost couldn't figure it out. It was just a candy. Was there a need to do this?

Amelia looked at the hypocritical ghost and yawned. She asked with interest, "Your name is hypocritical ghost? How did you die?"

Killed by the Neighbor's Widow