Seeing her about to speak in her own defense, I cut her off, "Keep your filthy thoughts to yourself; don't try to sully my name with them. You better take care of your own daughter, sneaking out in the middle of the night to confess her feelings to someone, and yet you have the nerve to meddle in my affairs."
Li Xiulan hadn't expected Luo Qiao to speak such words, saying that her own daughter had gone to confess her feelings in the dead of night. She didn't understand what "confessing feelings" meant, but she knew what it meant to visit someone in the middle of the night.
Fuming and wanting to scold Luo Qiao, but fearing that the wretched girl might say something else that could further tarnish her daughter's reputation, she had no choice but to swallow her anger and ignore Luo Qiao.