Han Siming really fucking felt the urge to burst into laughter.
"Haha... Gu Wei... I had actually thought of sparing you... But now it seems you have chosen your own path to death. If... you are willing to give me those Gu Family shares, I might have called for an ambulance sooner... But now... sorry, I can only wait for your illness to kick in."
When he spoke the words 'illness to kick in,' Han Siming's eyes were filled with a dark chill... Gu Wei's face, on the other hand, turned pale.
Han Siming methodically removed his large hand from the man's neck, disgustingly pulled out a tissue to wipe it, and then picked up the wine glass that Gu Wei had just used to drink.
This was the evidence of the crime; how could he possibly leave it behind.
Gu Wei: "..."
What does that mean?
Gu Wei, watching the man's crazed behavior, said hoarsely, "You... what do you mean? Illness to kick in... who's getting sick?"
"You..."
