Ye Ziyi stepped forward. He was gentle and gentlemanly as he stood behind Leng Zhiyuan. He stretched his right hand out to hold her right hand that she used to hold the bowling ball as he said, "Look straight ahead right at the target. Use your strength as you hold the ball in your hand…"
"Just like that?" Leng Zhiyuan was very serious as she followed his instructions, and she swung her slim arm underneath his shoulders.
"Yeah, right, just like that right. Throw the ball." Ye Ziyi brought her small hand along as they threw the bowling ball out. "Plop." The pins in the front were all hit, and the pins all fell.
"Director Ye, you are such a pro." Leng Zhiyuan turned her gaze back and had a bright smile on her face as she looked at him.
Ye Ziyi looked at her as he curled the corners of his lips up and gently asked her, "Are you feeling better?"
