Giới thiệu:
MR. SHAITANA “My dear Monsieur Poirot ! ” It was a soft purring voice - a voice used deliberately as an instrument - nothing impulsive or unpremeditated about it. Hercule Poirot swung round. He bowed. He shook hands ceremoniously . There was something in his eye that was unusual. One would have said that this chance encounter awakened in him an emotion that he seldom had occasion to feel .

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Đặng Trung Kiên
20/03/2015 lúc 15:56

Công nhận hay thật.

Đào Thanh Vân
15/12/2015 lúc 15:17

hihi. đây ngta gọi là sách chất đó.like