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!

William and Lucas looked at Pengin coldly. They had wanted to ask him what had happened back then and why he had nailed their mother here. They wanted to know if there was any possibility of their mother recovering. Now, they would not ask. If they asked him, they might as well ask Mia!

William also said, "Do whatever you want! Don't stand on ceremony!"

The evil ghosts pressed their fingers, and their bones and joints made cracking sounds. Pengin retreated step by step. "You… what do you want?" Damn it, the family head actually didn't subdue these ghosts? That was why he said it! The family head was too soft-hearted! Ghosts had no friendship with humans! If they were useful, keep them. If they weren't, they should be destroyed! If they were kept, they would only become a scourge, just like now!

Pengin recognized the truth. They were friends, right? Then he would have to find another way.

Do Whatever You Want, Don't Be Polite!