bark, bite (джен)

The curtains by the window draw open a fraction, and all that’s visible of Wei Ying is a single eye. It blinks at them. “Get that thing out of here or I'm… I’m calling the cops!” His voice sounds muffled from behind the window. “Oh, how was school, A-Yuan?”
“I'm your nephew!” Jin Ling hollers. “You're supposed to be the cool uncle! Not the one calling the cops on me!”