Cinderella My Ass
Jasmine, who had had enough of this bullshit, deadass sat on her back, but her weight wasn't enough to keep the worker down, and it wouldn't be nice if she knocked her out, so she called for Remy.
"Help me keep her down."
Remy who had just stolen a few glances at the ruckus Ryder was causing outside and now came across this scene inside the bookstore, finally understood that despite looking as if they had totally different personalities, Ryder and Jasmine actually were pretty similar. They were both crazy and with no regard for their faces.
With a sigh, Remy suddenly felt tired. This Chipmunk likes to play the mom, but why do I feel like I'm the one being the mother here?