Yan Beihan knew her man's temperament very well. That fellow was like a squirrel, diligently hoarding things every day as if winter could arrive at any moment.
He had always been a miser by nature.
He kept a backup plan for everything, preparing for unexpected needs. This personality left Yan Beihan both exasperated and reassured: because whenever you thought something was gone, he would definitely still have some in his hands!
Yan Beihan had tested this many times within the Three Realms.
But normally, no matter how you asked him for something, you couldn't get it!
He wouldn't give it up no matter what you said!
What kind of person was Fang Che? For example, suppose something was extremely precious and rare in this world, or perhaps no one else possessed it at all.
Chief Fang might have ten thousand of them.
Quite a lot, right?
But he would only ever take out one or two at a time. He would never bring them all out at once. Unless he was pushed to the brink, he wouldn't even take out as many as ten. In his eyes, that already counted as a large quantity!
And once the stock of such a thing in his hands fell below the danger threshold—for example, when ten thousand had been used until only one hundred remained—then that was it: they were gone!
Even if an immortal asked, they were gone!
As for the remaining hundred, he would seal them away. Even if he were beaten to death, he wouldn't take out a single one!
That was the kind of person he was!
This atrocious personality had given Yan Beihan plenty to complain about. But Chief Fang never corrected it!
As for Yan Beihan's temper, she was the kind of person who used any good