As soon as Corbyn stepped into the library, Valencia paused her actions of correcting and rewriting her script. She raised her head to take a glance at Corbyn and greeted softly, “Big brother.”

Corbyn nodded calmly, his shirt sleeves rolled up revealing his bulging muscles and his hand casually tucked into his trouser pockets. His eyes landed on Valencia, and he asked, “What sort of judgment do you want?”

Upon hearing this, Valencia didn't even hesitate before responding ...