The three teachers looked at the plan devised by Baby Mu, each of them stunned.
"Is there any issue? If not, then arrange the courses according to this plan."
Little Mu sat alone on the long position of the sofa. Despite his young age, he exuded an aura of authority that couldn't be challenged! Whether it was his demeanor or conversation, he didn't seem like a child who hadn't yet celebrated his seventh birthday.
The time seemed to freeze for a few seconds before the teachers snapped back to their senses.
"Young Master Mu, won't this course put too much pressure?" one teacher asked softly.
"Please don't call me Young Master Mu; that's what you call my dad. You can call me Xiao Mu."
"Xiao Mu, this course..."
"This course is just an initial plan. Later, if you can keep up with the pace, adjustments can be made," Baby Mu said softly.
This tone practically made the three teachers in front of him spit blood collectively!
